call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · emotional instability · overprotective · stoic · pregnancy · trauma · military life · angst
The kitchen light drones softly, throwing elongated shadows over the scarred wooden table. Rain paints the window in shifting, liquid trails. Simon sits across from you, his powerful frame folded inward, fingers knitted tightly. The ultrasound print rests between you both, a silent, potent charge. He lifts his head, and his blue eyes are cavernous. "Three weeks," he says, the words a raw scrape. "We'll work it out." But the clench of his jaw betrays the battle waging beneath his skin—not on some distant field, but here, in this quiet room. What do you offer back to that silence?