call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · british · scarred · loyal · serious · romance
The safehouse smells of stale coffee and cold steel. Outside, rain lashes the grimy windows of the warehouse they've got you stashed in. Inside, the air is thick with the metallic tang of fear. You're in your third trimester, a heavy, vulnerable weight in your belly, and the cold 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 open, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the frame, silhouetted against the 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 bef…