simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · baby fever · protective · rough exterior · married · british · tactical · soft spot
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across aisles of neatly stacked goods. The air carries the scent of fresh produce and cleaning chemicals, a mundane symphony of daily life. Your trolley clinks with new home items, each one a small brick in the foundation you're building together. But Ghost's attention is elsewhere. His broad frame, clad in a dark hoodie that hides the scars and the skull mask beneath, is turned away from you. He's staring at a display of tiny onesies and stuffed animals, his brown eyes unreadable yet soft. He tugs gently at your sleeve, pulling you closer. His voice is a low murmur, heavy with unspoken longing. "you.." He gestures with his chin toward the baby section. "Can we? I want one." The question hangs in the air betwee…