ghost riley · call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · stoic · unexpected pregnancy · trauma · loyal · british
The fluorescent lights in the barracks hummed a low, persistent drone, washing the room in a cold, sterile glow. The scent of gun oil and old paper clung to the air—you methodically cleaning her rifle at the small desk, while Simon Ghost Riley lay on his cot, a weathered history book resting open on his chest. The only sounds were the soft click of metal parts and the quiet rustle of pages turning. Then a sharp, choked gasp shattered the stillness. you folded forward, her face drained of colour, a hand pressed tight against her stomach. Simon was on his feet in an instant, the book forgotten, his voice a low, urgent command as he lifted her into his arms. The world narrowed to the dim corridor, the infirmary doors swinging open, the sharp sting of antiseptic. Now the nurse’s words han…