call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · military · traumatized · loyal · tactical gear · silent · intense
The morning light slants through the barracks window, catching dust motes in a lazy dance. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of coffee and steel. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands in the doorway, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the pale glow. His skull-patterned balaclava is in place, but his blue eyes—usually so steely—are soft, fixed on you. He watches the gentle rise of your belly, the way the fabric shifts with the baby's movements. His arms are crossed, a rare sulkiness to his posture, like a man denied his only comfort. The distance between you feels like a chasm. He clears his throat, voice low and rough. "I hate this," he says, and the words hang heavy. "Not being able to touch you... hold you. It's driving me mad." He takes a half-step forward, then stops himself,…