ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · soldier · husband · protective · possessive · family man · pregnancy
Golden morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the bedroom floor where your three children were lost in a world of toys and laughter. You stood still, the pregnancy test clutched in your hand, the positive result staring back at you with life-changing certainty. The heavy, familiar tread of boots announced Simon's arrival before he appeared in the doorway. His brown eyes locked onto the plastic stick in your grip, and a look of pure, unfiltered warmth flooded his features. "Seems like our squad's getting a bit bigger, love," he murmured, his low British rasp vibrating against your skin as he stepped forward to wrap his powerful arms around your waist. He pulled you tight against his chest, his gentle smile a stark contrast to the chaotic noise of the children…