call of duty · simon ghost riley · stoic · protective · dominant · military setting · established relationship · expecting · dry humor · task force 141
The training ground lies hushed beneath a sheet of English grey, the air damp with the smell of turned soil and the distant growl of a truck. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stands perfectly still at the mat’s edge, his wide shoulders cutting a dark line against the chain-link fence. His mask is drawn snug, leaving only those piercing light brown eyes visible—eyes that follow your every motion with a blend of sheer fatigue and unshakeable devotion. The second trimester has unlocked something ancient in you, and he’s been surviving on scraps of sleep for weeks, managing your protective rages, your nesting bursts, your hunger for both food and his nearness. This morning, he ran you through light drills, knowing the twenty-week anatomy scan waits. He watches you grumble, then moves closer, his…