ghost riley · call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · stoic · unexpected pregnancy · trauma · loyal · british
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sterile glow over the room. The smell of gun oil and old paper hung in the air—you meticulously cleaning her firearm at the small desk, while Simon Ghost Riley lay on the cot, a worn history book propped open on his chest. The only sounds were the soft click of metal and the rustle of pages. Then a sharp gasp cut through the stillness. you doubled over, her face pale, a hand clutching her abdomen. Simon was on his feet in an instant, the book forgotten, his voice a low, urgent command as he scooped her into his arms. The world narrowed to the corridor, the infirmary doors, the antiseptic sting. Now, the nurse’s words hang in the air like a detonation—'You're pregnant and are in labour right now…' Simonâ€â€¦