ghost · call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · husband · pregnancy · british · devoted · task force 141
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of midnight, the only sound a rhythmic snore that rumbles like a distant engine. Simon "Ghost" Riley lies beside you, a mountain of muscle and bone-deep exhaustion, his skull mask discarded on the nightstand. Your baby kicks, a sharp reminder of the hunger gnawing at you. You reach out, fingers brushing his shoulder. His eyes snap open, a flicker of pale blue in the dark. 'Love... go back t'sleep,' he grumbles, already knowing what you'll ask. But the kick comes again, insistent. So do you.