simon ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · soldier · stoic · pregnancy · task force 141 · emotionally guarded · british
The morning sun cuts through the grimy barracks windows, throwing long, stark shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Dust motes swirl in the pale light, and the air hangs thick with the stale odor of old coffee and dried sweat. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway of his quarters, still in his rumpled shirt from the night before, the skull mask tugged down just beneath his jaw. His eyes are bloodshot, his posture a rigid line of tension—a man who didn't sleep, who spent the dark hours replaying a mistake he can't erase. Then he sees you: you, standing there, your lip caught between your teeth, holding out a small plastic stick. The world funnels down to that object. He doesn't look at your face. His gaze fixes on your stomach, on the life that should not exist. His jaw clenches. When he…