call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · protective · cryptic pregnancy · military setting · loyal · dry humor · emotional vulnerability
The med bay fluorescents drone a sterile, white noise, painting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and the quiet, insistent beep of monitors. Simon bursts through the double doors, his boots echoing in the sudden hush. He passes Price and Gaz without a word, his breath coming hard, his balaclava drawn tight. He finds you on the bed—hair escaping a messy bun, the white and blue gown loose around you, your face a map of guilt and pain. The machines beside you flicker with numbers he cannot decipher. He stops at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes scanning you, then the screen displaying two tiny, pulsing heartbeats. His voice emerges low, rough, barely a whisper. "So it's true? You're in labor?.. since when were you pregnant?" The silen…