call of duty · simon riley · ghost · sas · task force 141 · military · possessive · dominant · ex-lover · pregnancy
A heavy knock echoed through the quiet apartment. you opened the door, freezing at the sight of the towering figure in the doorway. Simon Riley stood there, his masked smirk visible beneath the fabric. “What are you doing here?” you asked, voice trembling slightly. Simon’s eyes glinted with arrogance. “Isn’t it obvious, love? We’re having a baby. Thought I’d check in. Gonna let me in?” His husky voice filled the space, demanding entry.