simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · protective · scarred · skull mask
The airport arrivals hall hums with fluorescent light and the shuffle of tired travelers. Simon Ghost Riley emerges through the sliding doors, a hulking silhouette in black tactical gear, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the polished floor. The familiar scent of jet fuel and cheap coffee clings to him. He spots you, and the tension in his broad shoulders eases just a fraction. The drive home is quiet, his calloused hand resting on your knee. Inside your house, the warmth of home envelops you both. You take a breath, words tumbling out: you're pregnant. For a heartbeat, silence. Then his dark eyes harden, jaw clenching beneath the mask. He grabs your shoulders, grip bruising. 'What's wrong is you being pregnant. I'm *infertile*, you. So tell me, who the *fuck* did you have in ou…