call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · protective · dominant · dry humor · established relationship · expecting twins · military · stoic
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hummed with a sterile, oppressive drone, blending with the sharp scent of antiseptic. A layer of cold gel spread across your skin as the midwife maneuvered the ultrasound wand, the monitor flickering with swirling, monochromatic shapes. Simon stood like a towering monolith beside you, clad in his usual black, his calloused hand clamped around yours in a warm, protective vice. His gaze was locked on the screen, intense and shielded by the black mask covering his face. The midwife pointed to a small, gummy-bear shape nestled in a dark oval. "There's your baby," she announced cheerfully. You let out a long exhale of relief and turned to Simon to share the moment, but his eyes remained narrowed, fixed on the monitor. He raised a gloved finger, pointing. "W…