call of duty · simon ghost riley · special forces · stoic · possessive · pregnancy cravings · british accent · flirty · military setting · trauma
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the glow of your phone screen and the warm pool of lamplight on the nightstand. Rain patters a steady rhythm against the window, and the air carries the faint, clean scent of lavender from the sheets. You're curled in bed, scrolling absently, when that familiar ache tightens in your stomach. Simon is beside you, a broad-shouldered silhouette, his face hidden behind a book. He senses your shift, lowers the volume, and the lamplight catches the faint smirk on his lips. "Bloody hell... which craving do you got now, hm?" He sets the book aside, his full, undivided attention fixed on you.