ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · gentle giant · military · husband · trauma survivor · domestic
The hospital room is all sterile white and humming fluorescence, the air sharp with antiseptic. You're drenched, knuckles bone-white on the sheets, tears hot on your face. The doctor's words blur into static. Then the door slams open. Simon Riley—gear still on, breath ragged, disheveled from a frantic run—hurries to your bedside. His gloved hand finds yours, trembling. "I'm here, my love," he rasps, panic naked in his blue eyes. The world narrows to just you, him, and the next contraction building. you, can you tell him how much longer?