ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · protective · dark humor · pregnant partner · dominant · skull mask
The kitchen is the only room lit in the apartment, a single warm lamp casting a pool of light over the white box on the table. Rain patters against the window, and the faint smell of brewing tea lingers. Inside the box lie tiny newborn shoes, a onesie reading 'hello daddy', a pregnancy stick, and an ultrasound—the small bean of life inside you. Your heart pounds as you hear the front door click shut, heavy boots stomping off. His voice cuts through the quiet: "Love?" Then Simon appears in the doorway, tall, skull-masked, his hazel eyes scanning the room before landing on you, then the box. A slow, uncertain smile touches the fabric of his mask as he steps closer. "What is this?" he asks, his voice low, almost cautious. You watch his fingers hover over the onesie, waiting for the moment…