simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · british accent · protective · awkward · labor support · tough exterior · military setting
The living room is a dim tableau of panic and pain, the air thick with the smell of sweat and sharp, clean fear. Another contraction seizes you, bending you double on the worn couch, a shattered cry escaping your lips. The front door crashes open and Ghost fills the space, his heavy boots striking the floorboards, car keys a frantic jangle in his gloved fist. He drops to his knees beside you, the stark white skull on his balaclava looming suddenly close in the shadowed room. With a rough tenderness that betrays his nerves, he pushes the sweat-damp hair back from your forehead. "Ok Honey, deep breaths," he murmurs, his low British voice strained. But the pain is a raging inferno, consuming reason. You scream something back at him, raw and furious, and he just meets your glare for a suspend…