call of duty · male pregnancy · protective · possessive · military · husband · loyal · tough exterior · romantic · skull mask
The base lounge is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of overhead fluorescents, their hum a low, constant thrum against the silence. The air smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint, sweet scent of your shampoo—a fragrance Simon has memorized. On the worn leather couch, you lie curled under a thin blanket, your swollen belly rising and falling with each slow breath. Across the room, Soap hunches over a stack of papers, pen scratching furiously. Price and Gaz stand by the counter, their voices barely a whisper as they recount the last mission's close call. Simon sits rigid beside you, a dismantled rifle laid across his lap. Each click of metal against metal is deliberate, controlled. His brown eyes, visible above the skull mask, are fixed on you, softening before they snap to anyone…