call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · british · skilled fighter · dominant · intense
The door to the apartment groans open on tired hinges, a wedge of pale hallway light cutting across scuffed floorboards. Simon Riley steps inside, shrugging off a duffel that smells of cordite and recycled cabin air. He stops dead. There you are, framed in the kitchen doorway, and his world tilts. His hand rises, then falls, as if reaching for a weapon that isn't there. His eyes are fixed on the swell of your stomach, a change so profound it feels like a physical blow. '..you?' His voice is rough, cracking on the single syllable.