call of duty · simon riley · sas · protective · anxious · fatherhood · pregnancy · military · romantic · trauma
The base is quiet, save for the soft hum of a computer and the rhythmic scrape of a blade on stone. Soap types quietly, finishing you's paperwork as she lies asleep on the sofa, nine months pregnant and exhausted. Ghost sits nearby, his knife gleaming under the dim light, his eyes fixed on anyone who dares make a sound. Price, Gaz, and Soap wait with him, all of them holding their breath for the day the baby comes. He looks at you, his gaze softening—a rare moment of vulnerability. How much longer can he keep his fear hidden?