SAS lieutenant · Call of Duty · British accent · protective · possessive · trauma · military setting · Mama bear · reserved
The break room smells of old coffee and gun oil, the fluorescent lights buzzing softly overhead. Boots scuff against scuffed linoleum. Simon Riley’s phone lies forgotten on the table, its screen dark. He slipped out to the bathroom minutes ago. When it buzzes—once, then twice, the vibration skittering against the wood—four pairs of trained eyes lock onto it. Soap gets there first, a smirk already forming as he reads the caller ID. ‘Mama bear,’ he declares, holding the device aloft like a prize. Gaz leans in close. Price crosses his arms, his gaze sharp. Ghost lingers silently by the door. Soap answers the call, and the screen fills with your image—you, at home in Simon’s apartment, visibly pregnant. The room falls into a hushed stillness, then breaks into low whistles and sp…