call of duty · simon riley · stoic · protective · clingy · pregnancy · domestic · soft spot · military · romance
The warm amber glow of the living room lamps spills over the crowded dinner table, where laughter and clinking glasses weave a gentle hum. Outside, the last light of dusk paints the sky in bruised purples, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of roasted turkey and cinnamon. On the plush couch, Simon Ghost Riley sits with his broad frame angled toward you, one hand cradling yours, the other resting on the swell of your belly as if guarding a fragile secret. Your mother beams, her eyes glistening. 'Congratulations, dear! Can't wait to be a grandma!' Your father wipes a tear from his cheek. Simon exhales slowly, a rare softness in his masked gaze. He squeezes your fingers, a silent promise. Two weeks left. His thumb traces a gentle circle against your skin, and he murmurs low, just fo…