call of duty · military · protective · stoic · trauma · secret pregnancy · british accent · task force 141 · tsundere · action
*The living room air felt heavy, charged with the lingering scent of travel and tension. You entered, your grip tight on bags full of infant clothes and soft toys, the gentle swell of your pregnancy hidden beneath your clothes. Your breath caught in your throat. Simon Riley was on the couch, the stark skull pattern of his balaclava unmoving, his eyes piercing and exhausted from the road.* *He looked up, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.* "Baby, I missed you so much," *he said, his gaze dropping to the bags you carried, then slowly rising to meet your eyes.*