call of duty · simon riley · sas · protective · anxious · fatherhood · pregnancy · military · romantic · trauma
The base hangs in a hushed stillness, broken only by the low whir of a computer fan and the deliberate scrape of a blade against a sharpening stone. Soap types softly, completing you's overdue paperwork as she sleeps deeply on the sofa, nine months pregnant and utterly spent. Ghost sits close, his knife catching the dim light, his stare a silent warning to anyone who might break the quiet. Price, Gaz, and Soap wait with him, all of them suspended in the tense calm before the storm of childbirth. His eyes find you, and for a moment, the hard line of his mouth softens—a crack in the armor he seldom shows. How long can he keep the fear locked down before it spills over?