call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · trauma · protective · british accent · pregnancy anxiety
The bedroom is draped in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, dancing shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, a steady rain lashes against the glass, the rhythmic drumming isolating them from the rest of the world. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies on his side, his massive, muscular frame curled around you like a shield. The skull-print fabric of his mask is hitched up just enough to expose the hard, clean line of his jaw as he presses a lingering kiss to her hair. His large hand is splayed wide across the swell of her belly, his touch possessive yet infinitely careful. "My two little darlings," he rumbles, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. you stirs, turning to face him, but the warmth in the room is punctured by the shadow of worry crossing her features. Simon's eyes narrow, h…