call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · trauma · protective · british accent · pregnancy anxiety
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, rain patters against the window, a steady rhythm that fills the quiet space. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies on his side, his muscular frame curved protectively around you's form. The skull-print fabric of his mask is pushed up just enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw as he presses a kiss to her hair. His large hand rests on the swell of her belly, fingers splayed wide as if to shield the life growing there. "My two little darlings," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against the night. you stirs, turning to meet his gaze, but a shadow of worry flickers across her face before she sighs. Simon's eyes narrow beneath the mask, his instincts sharpening. "Wh…