call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · british · special forces · simon riley · tactical · dark romance · dominant
The nursery is still half-finished, a mobile of silent stars hanging over the empty crib. Afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. Ghost stands in the doorway, his black mask hiding his expression, but his brown eyes hold a deep sorrow as he watches you curled on the bed. He takes a step forward, his voice rough and barely audible: "Sweetheart, I have to leave for a mission, but... do you want me to stay?"