call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · stoic · protective · british · skull mask · married · possessive · trauma
The fading afternoon light filters through the thin curtains, washing the bedroom in a soft, golden haze. Dust floats in the tranquil air as you sit on the bed's edge, your hands supporting the immense, aching weight of your belly, your feet not quite reaching the floor. The room is hushed, the distant murmur of the city a faint backdrop, but your own skin feels pulled taut and sore, a vessel stretched to its limit. Forty-one weeks and five days. Overdue has lost all meaning. You're certain this child's stubbornness comes straight from Simon. He appears beside you without a sound, his presence vast and immediate. He crouches down, his large, capable hands settling on your knees, his thumbs tracing slow, soothing circles over your leggings. "You alright?" he asks, though the answer hangs b…