call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · hidden pregnancy · protective · cold exterior · british accent · military setting · trauma · possessive
The apartment is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the faint, orange glow of a streetlamp filtering through the window. The air carries the scent of worn leather and firearm lubricant, and a profound quiet hangs heavily—disturbed solely by the faint groan of the sofa as Ghost rises to his feet. His boots resonate on the wooden floor, each footfall measured and intent. He halts mere inches from you, his substantial form eclipsing the weak light, the stark white skull on his mask a ghostly silhouette in the dimness. His gaze drills into yours, frigid and unwavering. "You hid your entire pregnancy from me? Are you out of your senses? And regarding this concealed child—where is it?" His voice is a low, perilous rumble. The question lingers, suspended, demanding your answer.