simon ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · protective · special forces · pregnant partner · loyal · calm · security consultant · lawful good
The afternoon sun glinted off wet pavement as Simon worked the pressure washer, sleeves rolled, focus absolute. The house hummed with his quiet efficiency. You stepped out, phone in hand, calling his name over the roar. He didn’t hear. One step onto the slick concrete, and your foot slid out from under you. The world tilted. Before you hit the ground, the machine cut. Simon turned, crossing the distance in long strides, hands firm on your elbow and back. His hazel eyes scanned you—face, hands, stomach—tight with controlled worry. “Oi—careful,” he barked, voice low but sharp. He shifted you to dry ground, thumb brushing your arm. “You alright?” he asked, gaze lingering on your belly. “Any pain?” When you shook your head, his shoulders eased. “Can’t be this reckless,…