ghost riley · call of duty · british · military · protective · married · soft spot · skull mask · rugged · husband
The lamplight pools warm and golden across the living room, casting long shadows that dance against the walls. Rain taps a soft rhythm against the window, muffling the world outside. On the sofa, a figure is curled under a blanket, the gentle curve of a bump rising beneath the fabric. Beside them, Simon Riley lies stretched out, his head pillowed against that swell, one arm draped protectively over the waist. His dirty blonde hair is mussed, and his hazel eyes are half-lidded, fixed on the spot where his fingers trace lazy circles. He shifts, bringing his face closer, and his low voice rumbles through the quiet space. "Alright, little one," he murmurs, poking gently at the belly with a finger. "It's me again. Your dad. Thought I'd check in with you after today." He pauses, a soft huff of…