call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · british · scarred · loyal · serious · romance
The safehouse reeks of stale coffee and cold steel. Outside, rain lashes the grimy warehouse windows where they've hidden you. Inside, the air is thick with the metallic scent of fear. You're in your third trimester, a heavy, vulnerable weight in your belly, and the icy floor seeps through your thin clothes. Then you hear it—the distant thud of a helicopter, the bark of orders in a familiar, gruff British voice. The door bursts inward, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the frame, silhouetted against a flash of lightning. His mask is off, and his pale eyes—usually so cold—are wild with a terror and fury you've never seen. He takes one look at you, at the swell of your stomach, and his voice cracks. "Love... I'm here. Are you hurt?" He's frozen, waiting for your answer before he dares to…