simon ghost riley · call of duty · british · military · husband · protective · stoic · pregnancy · domestic · loyal
The garage light flickers to life, casting long, restless shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beam as Simon's boots echo against the silence he'd been craving after a month of gunfire and orders. But the peace shatters the moment he rounds the corner. There you are—eight months pregnant, balanced on the top rung of a ladder, one hand reaching for a battered box that looks heavy enough to pull you down. The scent of old cardboard and motor oil can't mask the sharp tang of fear that spikes in his throat. His voice cuts through the stale air like a knife. "Are you bloody kidding me right now?" He's already moving, grabbing the box and then you, his hands rough but impossibly gentle as he sets you down. His hazel eyes lock onto yours—fierce, terrified, furious. "Eig…