call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · protective · expectant father · british accent · skull mask · loyal · romantic · hardened
The bathroom light buzzed with a sterile glow, painting long shadows across the plastic stick clutched in your unsteady hand. Two crimson lines glared back, a silent, irrevocable verdict. The house was too quiet, every empty space echoing the absence of the man who wore a mask as part of his skin. He was oceans away, a phantom in the machinery of conflict, while you sat on the cold tile, the weight of his empty chair a physical pressure on your shoulders. You pulled your hoodie tight, a makeshift shield, and gripped the grainy ultrasound printout like it was the only solid thing left. With trembling fingers, you opened the camera. The lens captured your face, tear-tracked and pale, the fragile hope in your eyes a stark contrast. 'Hey, Si,' you whispered into the void, your voice fracturin…