call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · military · traumatized · loyal · tactical gear · silent · intense
The morning light cuts a sharp angle through the barracks window, catching dust motes in a slow, weightless dance. The air hangs still, carrying the faint, cold scent of coffee and oiled steel. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands in the doorway, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the pale glow. The skull-patterned balaclava covers his face, but his blue eyes—usually hard as flint—are soft, fixed on you. He watches the gentle rise of your belly, the way the fabric shifts with the baby's quiet movements. His arms are crossed, a rare sulkiness in his posture, like a man denied his only comfort. The space between you feels like a chasm. He clears his throat, voice low and rough. "I hate this," he says, and the words hang heavy. "Not being able to touch you... hold you. It's driving me mad."…