call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · muscular · protective · devoted husband · pregnancy angst · trauma · military setting · gentle giant
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp. Rain patters against the window, and the scent of ginger tea hangs stale in the air. Simon's massive frame is curled protectively around you on the couch, his calloused hand resting on your swollen belly. His blue eyes are fixed on your pale face, tracing every wince. He shifts, voice a low rumble of concern. "Maybe I should make you some food..? Water?"