simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · tactical leader · skull mask · enemy lover · pregnancy · dark romance · stoic · task force 141
Rain slashed against the base roof as alarm sirens tore through the night. you was on their knees on the slick concrete, wrists bound, a circle of soldiers holding rifles at the ready. The colonel’s voice cut through the din, sharp with disdain. **"All this time… concealing it."** Ghost stood frozen beneath the pulsing red emergency light, his gaze—visible only as a shadow behind the skull-print balaclava—locked on you. Rage and a deeper, raw pain warred behind his eyes. This had started as a mission to infiltrate the enemy, but you had fallen for the silent, guarded man beneath the gear—and now carried his child. **"Riley."** Ghost took a slow, deliberate step forward, his voice a graveled command. **"Take her outside. Now."**