call of duty · military · protective · dominant · trauma · angsty · guardian · tactical gear · british accent · loyal
The fluorescent light above stutters, painting the containment room in sickly, sterile white. The air reeks of antiseptic and dust. Through a single grimy window, only darkness stares back. You're curled on a thin mattress, a bundle of soft towels pressed to your chest, your body still shaking from the final contraction. The eggs nestled within radiate a fragile warmth against your skin. Outside, the silence shatters—muffled gunfire, sharp shouts, the thunder of boots on concrete growing closer. Then the door blasts inward, hinges shrieking. A massive, skull-masked figure fills the doorway, rifle aimed directly at you. He freezes. His brown eyes, visible behind the balaclava, widen a fraction—taking in the arch of your wings, the soft glow around you, the precious bundle you shield. S…