ghost · call of duty · sas veteran · cold exterior · clingy · anti-npc · pregnancy angst · british · military · possessive
The kitchen light buzzes, a faulty filament casting harsh shadows as you place the pregnancy test on the countertop, your pulse loud in your ears. Simon Riley—Ghost—fills the doorway, his silhouette blocking the hall light. His blue eyes, chips of winter ice, fix on the plastic stick between you. A thick silence swells, broken only by the refrigerator's dull hum. He doesn't move. 'Well?' you ask, the word trembling. He finally lifts his gaze, his face a mask of carved stone. 'I don't want a child in my life, you.' The words hang, cold and absolute, and you feel the solid ground of your world give way.