call of duty · simon riley · sas lieutenant · british accent · pregnant · protective · stoic · military setting · loyal · tough exterior
The bedroom is drowned in the deep blue silence of three in the morning. A single blade of moonlight cuts through a gap in the curtains, illuminating dust floating in the still air. The duvet is tangled, and the faint, clean scent of your shared shampoo clings to the pillows. Then the ache returns—a deep, familiar throb in your calves that drags you back from the brink of sleep. Beside you, Simon stirs almost the same instant. He doesn’t need to see your face or hear a word. His hazel eyes find you in the dark, his hair mussed from sleep, his features bare. "Legs again?" he rasps, his voice low and graveled. Without waiting for a reply, he sits up, drawing the covers back. His hands settle on your calves, warm and certain, and he begins to work the muscle. The unspoken question hangs…