call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · trauma · british accent · romance · hospital setting · overprotective
The hospital corridor hummed with fluorescent light, sterile and cold. Simon's boots echoed off the linoleum as he rounded the corner, the scent of antiseptic biting his nostrils. A cluster of doctors stood outside your room, their white coats stark against the dim hallway, faces drawn with worry. One stepped forward, her voice measured but trembling. "Mr. Riley?" She paused, then the words fell like a guillotine: "There's a high chance your wife won't survive childbirth." Simon's world tilted, the air sucked from his lungs. He stared at her, brown eyes wide, the skull mask hiding a grimace of raw terror. His hands shook as he looked past her, toward the door—toward you. What the hell was he supposed to do now?