call of duty · simon riley · protective · stoic · pregnancy · military · possessive · trauma · british · dominant
The kitchen is bathed in the pale, grey light of a winter morning, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant drip of the tap. On the oak table, a single object lies in stark focus: a white plastic pregnancy test, its two pink lines like a verdict. You sit there, hands trembling, a cold knot tightening in your chest. This is the quiet before the storm. From the hallway, you hear the heavy, familiar tread of boots, the faint jingle of his belt. Simon rounds the corner, his skull mask pulled down, a box in his hand—the other half of the test. He sees your face, the tears, the rigid way you hold yourself. "you, darlin'?" His voice is low, a rumble that cuts through the silence. He stops, his brown eyes fixed on you, reading the room with a soldier's precision. Slowly,…