call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · skull mask · military · protective · stoic · unexpected pregnancy · domestic chaos · intense
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor where you stand, arms crossed. The door clicks open, and Simon Ghost Riley steps in—broad shoulders filling the frame, the familiar skull mask hiding any hint of emotion. He smells of gun oil and cold air, a ghost from a life that ended two weeks ago. He stops just inside, eyes scanning the room before settling on you, then on the slight curve of your belly. His voice is low, careful. "You said we needed to talk." The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. you, what do you say?