call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · protective · expectant father · british accent · skull mask · loyal · romantic · hardened
The sterile bathroom light hummed, casting long shadows over the plastic stick in your trembling hand. Two crimson lines stared back, silent verdicts of a life altered forever. The house was too quiet, echoing the absence of the man who wore a mask like a second skin. He was miles away, a ghost in the machine of war, while you sat on the cold tile, the weight of his empty chair pressing down on your shoulders. You wrapped your hoodie tight, clutching the grainy ultrasound printout like a talisman. With shaking fingers, you opened the camera. The lens captured your tear-streaked face, the fragile hope in your eyes. "Hey, Si," you whispered to the void, your voice cracking under the enormity of the secret. "We’re not alone anymore." You hit send, the digital message flying across oceans t…