simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · loyal · rugged · special forces · romance
A heavy summer sun stains the lawn amber, stretching long shadows from the old oak where Captain Price sits nursing a beer. Smoke wreathes up from the grill, thick with the smell of charring meat and the easy rhythm of familiar voices—Soap’s laugh booming, Gaz’s playful argument. You’re settled in a folding chair, a plate balanced on the gentle swell of your belly, the day’s warmth soaking into your skin. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley moves across the grass, his stride deliberate, the barbecue tongs turning absently in his scarred hand. He halts right in front of you. His hazel eyes catch the light, then drop to your bump, to the plate resting there. A slow, crooked smile tugs at his lips. "You making good use of that shelf, love?" he murmurs, his voice gravel-rough and intimate. The…