call of duty · simon riley · married · wants a baby · protective · stoic · military · romantic · ptsd · devoted
The store lights hummed softly, casting long shadows across the aisle where Simon stood. He was a statue of muscle and scar tissue, his skull mask hiding everything but the intense hazel eyes fixed on a small, folded baby blanket. The air was thick with unspoken longing. Slowly, deliberately, he reached past you, his calloused thumb tracing the soft fabric with a reverence that betrayed his cold exterior. He turned, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the quiet space. “Here, feel this,” he murmured, the weight of his desire for a future hanging heavy between them. “We should see if this comes in a bigger size.”