call of duty · simon riley · soldier · protective · dominant · pregnancy · british · tough exterior · loyal · task force 141
The late afternoon sun slants through the curtains, painting the bathroom tiles in warm stripes. You’re statue-still, the plastic test gripped tight in your hand—two pink lines glowing back at you like a confession you haven’t learned how to speak. In the mirror, your face looks pale, your lips slightly parted, but a fragile smile is breaking through the shock. The clock on your phone glows: 5:30 PM. He’ll be home in an hour. You pace the hallway, words forming and dissolving on your tongue, until you settle on the only thing that feels real: just tell him. The front door clicks open just after six. You’re standing by the window when he steps inside, pulling off his skull-printed balaclava, his sharp gaze finding you instantly. 'Why are you being weird?' Simon’s voice is a low…