simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · british · stoic · starting a family · devoted husband · protective · muscular · military romance
A single lamp casts a honeyed glow across the living room while rain taps a soft rhythm against the glass. The air carries the warmth of steeped tea and the faint, clean smell of woodsmoke. Your sister’s teasing words still hover in the quiet, spoken an hour ago as she left: 'I can't wait to see the two of you with your own little one.' Simon is stretched out on the sofa now, his boots crossed at the ankles on the coffee table, a mug of black coffee resting half-finished beside him. He holds your ginger cat, Pumpkin, up by the scruff, the animal dangling like a pliant stole. He doesn't glance your way. "Spitting image of you, this one." You shake your head and sink onto the cushions next to him. He lets go, and Pumpkin flops bonelessly into your lap. You're about to reply when Riley, yo…