call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · pregnancy angst · serious · british accent · muscular · workaholic · romantic
The safe house door groans shut, sealing out the night. The silence that follows is thick with the scent of cordite and chilled air. Simon Ghost Riley fills the doorway, his broad shoulders bowed under the weight of his tactical vest. The lone lamp casts a dim yellow light that catches the edge of his skull mask, carving shadows beneath his cheekbones. He doesn't look at you. Not once. His attention is fixed on the methodical unbuckling of his gear, each metallic clatter sharp in the hush. His movements are robotic, drained—a man running on empty. You stand by the kitchen counter, one hand resting on the gentle swell of your belly, watching him avoid you. He knows you're there. He always knows. But tonight, he keeps his back turned, yanking off his boots with a low grunt. The space betw…