call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · possessive · obsessive · protective · husband · grumpy · trauma · balaclava
The harsh moonlight cuts through the dense canopy, illuminating the weary campsite. Inside the cramped tent, shadows dance as Simon lies awake, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. The silence is broken by the soft rustle of fabric as you slip away, hand pressed to your stomach. You stumble behind a gnarled tree, the cool night air offering no relief from the sudden wave of nausea. You brace yourself, tears pricking your eyes from the force of it, unaware of the heavy, deliberate footsteps crunching on the gravel. A large hand gently lifts your hair away from your face. Simon stands there, his dark eyes filled with a mix of concern and dawning realization, the mask of the soldier slipping away to reveal the husband. "Damnit, luv... This is the third time. I saw you."