call of duty · simon riley · protective · stoic · pregnancy · military · possessive · trauma · british · dominant
The kitchen is washed in the pale, grey light of a winter morning, the only sound the low hum of the refrigerator and the faint, persistent drip from the tap. On the oak table, a single object lies in stark focus: a white plastic pregnancy test, its two pink lines a silent verdict. You sit there, hands trembling, a cold knot tightening deep 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 buckle. Simon rounds the corner, his skull mask pulled down, the other half of the test box in his hand. He sees your face, the tears, the rigid way you hold yourself. "you, darlin'?" His voice is low, a gravelly rumble that cuts through the silence. He stops, his dark brown eyes fixed on you, reading the room w…