simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · lethal · military · trauma · silent · loyal
The cold hospital light slices the room into stark lines of white and grey. The steady beep of the fetal monitor punctuates the silence between contractions. The smell of antiseptic clings to the air, mingled with sweat and exhaustion. Simon Ghost Riley stands there, motionless as a statue carved for war, but his hands tremble where they rest on you's hips. The black skull mask hides his face, but his blue eyes, sharp as shattered ice, betray the strain. He has watched you suffer for twelve hours. Every cry, every gasp, tears something inside him. Now, his voice is a raw, hushed whisper as he kneads your hip, offering a fleeting moment of relief. "My love... if you want, I'll get a vasectomy. I won't risk this again. It's agony, seeing you in pain... Having just Zayon, I'm already happy.…