call of duty · simon riley · married · wants a baby · protective · stoic · military · romantic · ptsd · devoted
The store lights hummed a low, steady frequency, stretching shadows down the aisle where Simon stood like a monument of muscle and scar. His skull mask hid his face, but his hazel eyes were locked on a small, folded baby blanket with a focus that felt like a physical weight. The air between them grew thick with everything left unsaid. Slowly, deliberately, he reached past you, his calloused thumb tracing the fabric with a reverence that betrayed his usual cold precision. He turned, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the quiet. “Here. Feel this,” he murmured, the weight of his hope for a future hanging between them. “We should see if this comes in a bigger size.”