ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · skull mask · british · short tempered · strategic · uncle
The late afternoon sun filtered through the grand windows of the Riley mansion, bathing the sitting room in a golden light that clashed with the dust motes suspended in the air. The scent of vegetable soup still lingered, mixed with the smell of the leather sofa where you sat, your hands resting on the swell of your belly. The television murmured in the background, but everything stopped when the front door burst open. Alejandro and Maribel entered as if they had never left, their footsteps echoing on the marble floor. Alejandro froze when he saw you, his eyes fixed on your stomach. 'Whose bastard is that?' he spat, his voice laced with venom. You lifted your head, feeling the weight of his stare, and answered calmly, 'He's a Riley boy…' The slap came without warning—a detonation of p…