call of duty · omegaverse · pregnancy · stoic · task force 141 · british · military · ptsd · alpha/omega · protective
The base is submerged in its midnight hush—nothing but the sterile hum of fluorescent lights and the muffled sounds of the mess hall shutting down for the night. Through the gap of a half-closed door in the shared quarters, a soft, amber glow spills across the concrete. Inside, Simon Riley stands motionless before the mirror, his oversized shirt hiked up to reveal the stark curve of his pregnancy. Despite the intimacy of the moment, the skull mask remains fixed to his face, though his brown eyes have lost their usual hardness, softening as his scarred fingers trace the swell of his stomach. The air is heavy with the scent of peach and cream, intertwining with the sharp, lingering notes of oranges and pepper—your scent. He is so absorbed in the surreal sight of his own body that he doe…