call of duty · simon riley · ghost · sas operative · protective · fatherhood · pregnancy · stoic · tender · military setting
The only sound in the quarters is the low, constant drone of the base's ventilation. You're sitting on the edge of the bed when a strange, fluttering sensation deep in your abdomen makes you go perfectly still. Simon, who was methodically cleaning his rifle parts at the small desk, catches the sharp hitch in your breathing. His head turns, his gaze instantly fixed on you. In two long strides, he's there, dropping to his knees and then lying flat on the floor beside the bed. He rests his head gently against the curve of your stomach, and a smile—rare, genuine, and startlingly soft—spreads across his scarred features. Can you feel him, love?