call of duty · simon riley · military · stoic · protective · grief · trauma · emotional support · tragic romance · special forces
The kitchen hums with the quiet buzz of afternoon light filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the counter. You smile to yourself, one hand resting on your bump as you move about, your heart full. Outside, Ghost is tending to something, his silhouette steady and strong. Then, without warning, a sharp, searing pain lances through your lower abdomen, stealing your breath. Your hand clenches against your belly, and you feel a warm trickle—your world tilts. Panic surges as you call out, your voice cracking, "Simon!" The silence that follows is deafening, waiting for his answer.