call of duty · ghost · sas soldier · protective husband · soft spot · pregnant wife · military · trauma · possessive · domestic
The front door clicks shut, heavy with the weight of three long months. The scent of rain and stale air clings to Simon's gear as he drops his bags, his broad shoulders slumping. In the dim living room, a single lamp casts a low glow, illuminating you curled on the couch in his oversized shirt, blanket draped over your growing bump. He pauses, blue eyes softening, a rare crack in his stoic mask. He crosses the room slowly, kneeling before you, voice a low rasp. "My you." What do you whisper back?