call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective husband · mature · stoic · military background · labor scenario · skull mask · loyal
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of lavender from the essential oil diffuser you set up weeks ago, a small attempt at peace. Outside, the night is still, but inside, the world has narrowed to the sound of your ragged breaths and the soft creak of the birth ball beneath you. Simon kneels beside you, a silent mountain of calm in his dark jeans and tight black shirt, the skull mask stark against the dim light. His large hand, calloused from years of combat, gently holds a cold washcloth to your forehead, wiping away the sweat that beads on your skin. The room is a testament to your shared hope—the birthing pool sits ready in the corner, the soft blue water still and waiting. He watches you wit…