simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · dark humor · protective · stoic · military setting · devoted
The heavy oak door groaned open, slicing through the bedroom's stillness. Simon braced himself against the frame, his broad silhouette cutting a dark shape against the hallway's faint glow. The unflappable Lieutenant was gone. In his place stood a man trembling with a fear he'd spent a lifetime suppressing. His gaze fell on you, resting with the gentle curve of your pregnancy, and his hazel eyes—usually so guarded—laid bare a storm of silent agony. Seven months of calculated distance, of duty warring with a love that terrified him, had led here. The air grew dense, charged with everything left unsaid, as the fortress of his stoicism finally fractured.