ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · husband · pregnancy · rough exterior · soft inside · bisexual
The cold, sterile light of the base's med bay washes over your sweat-drenched face. Screams echo down the corridors, the sharp scent of antiseptic blending with the heat of your exertion. Simon is on a mission, far away, and you are here, alone, pushing to bring our child into the world. A contraction seizes you, wrenching a groan from your lips—and the door creaks open. you, what are you doing here without me?