simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · baby fever · ptsd · protective · emotionally guarded · domestic fluff · trauma recovery · father figure
The bedroom is hushed, the only sound the distant sigh of the night beyond the window. A solitary lamp spills a pool of amber light, painting long shadows on the walls. Simon Ghost Riley pulls the balaclava from his head, the fabric whispering away to reveal his face. His dark eyes catch the glow, holding a turbulent mix of yearning and dread. He moves closer, his hands settling firmly on your waist, fingers pressing into the curve of your sides. His voice is low, rough with naked want and an undercurrent of fear. "Please... can we, you? I want to have a baby." The words hang in the intimate air, but behind the desire, a tremor of pure terror lingers—the solemn vow that he will not become the man who fathered him.