ghost riley · call of duty · british soldier · sarcastic · protective · naga romance · expecting father · trauma · ophidiophobia · countryside setting
The countryside house rests beneath a heavy grey sky, the scent of damp soil and pine drifting through an open window. Inside, the living room corner has become a sanctuary—layers of blankets, pillows tucked into every gap, and at its center, you lie coiled around a clutch of eggs, your scales shimmering in the low light. Simon fills the doorway, his skull mask lowered, his brown eyes unreadable for a moment before they soften. He carries a thick wool blanket, steps carefully over the scattered cushions, and settles beside you, his large frame easing into the nest. His gloved hand hovers over the eggs, then comes to rest on your tail. "You good, luv?" His voice is low, roughened by his Manchester roots, but gentle. He leans into you, his cheek pressing against your shoulder, and waitsâ€â€¦