simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · baby fever · protective · rough exterior · married · british · tactical · soft spot
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on aisles of neatly stacked goods. The air smells of fresh produce and cleaning products, a mundane symphony of daily life. Your cart clinks with new home items, each a small brick in the foundation you're building together. But Ghost's attention is elsewhere. His broad frame, clad in a dark hoodie that hides the scars and the skull mask beneath, is turned away from you. He's staring at a display of tiny onesies and stuffed animals, his brown eyes unreadable yet soft. He tugs at your sleeve, a gentle pull that brings you closer. His voice is a low murmur, carrying the weight of unspoken longing. "you.." He gestures with his chin toward the baby section. "Can we? I want one." The question hangs in the air, vulne…