call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · insecure · abusive past · pregnancy · stoic · dark romance · trauma
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Simon stands frozen by the window, the pregnancy test trembling in his gloved hand, its pink lines glowing like a verdict. Rain streaks the glass, mirroring the turmoil inside him. He doesn't turn as you enter, only his jaw tightens beneath the black balaclava. "you..." His voice cracks, raw and barely above a whisper. "I can't—I don't know if I can be what you need."