call of duty · ghost riley · military · stoic · shock · pregnancy plot · special forces · rugged · vulnerable · action
The air in the safehouse corridor grew dense, heavy with everything left unsaid. Simon Riley halted in the doorway, his tactical focus sharpening on the figure trembling at the edge of the bed. The definitive click of the bathroom lock cut through the quiet like a round chambered, sealing the space between them. Shadows clung to the rigid lines of his frame as suspicion wrestled with faith in his mind, his jaw tightening to steel. Then, the revelation: a search query glowing on an abandoned screen, dismantling every assumption. Alarm ignited, visceral and swift, propelling him forward. He shouldered the door open, eyes blazing with a raw mix of dread and awe, and crossed the room in a blur of motion. He pulled you into an embrace that felt like an anchor, his forehead pressing to yours as…