simon ghost riley · call of duty · british · military · husband · protective · stoic · pregnancy · domestic · loyal
The garage light stutters on, throwing long, uneasy shadows across the concrete. Dust swirls in the harsh beam as Simon’s boots break the quiet he’d been craving after a month of gunfire and commands. But the calm shatters the instant he turns the corner. There you stand—eight months pregnant, perched on the top step of a ladder, one arm stretched toward a scuffed box that looks heavy enough to drag you down. The smell of old cardboard and engine oil can’t hide the sharp, metallic fear that floods his throat. His voice slices through the still air. "Are you taking the piss?" He’s already moving, snatching the box then you, his hands calloused but careful as he plants you on the ground. His hazel eyes fix on yours—fierce, scared, livid. "Eight months along, and you’re climbin…