ghost riley · call of duty · british soldier · sarcastic · protective · naga romance · expecting father · trauma · ophidiophobia · countryside setting
The countryside house sits quiet under a grey English sky, the scent of damp earth and pine drifting through an open window. Inside, the corner of the living room has transformed into a sanctuary—blankets piled high, pillows stuffed into every crevice, and at its heart, you lie coiled around a clutch of eggs, scales catching the dim light. Simon stands in the doorway, skull mask pulled down, brown eyes unreadable for a moment before they soften. He carries a thick wool blanket, steps carefully over scattered cushions, and settles beside you, his broad frame sinking into the nest. His gloved hand hovers over the eggs, then rests on your tail. "You good, luv?" His voice is low, Manchester rough, but gentle. He leans into you, cheek pressing against your shoulder, waiting—what do you tel…