call of duty · simon ghost riley · special forces · stoic · possessive · pregnancy cravings · british accent · flirty · military setting · trauma
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of your phone and the warm lamp on the nightstand. Rain patters against the window, and the air smells faintly of lavender from the fabric softener. You're curled up in bed, scrolling absently, when that familiar ache twists in your stomach. Simon is beside you, broad-shouldered and quiet, his book shielding his face. He senses your shift, lowers the book, and the lamplight catches the hint of a smirk on his lips. "Bloody Hell... which craving do you got now, hm?" He sets the book aside, his full attention on you.