simon ghost riley · call of duty · dominant · possessive · baby fever · trauma · military · protective · british · task force 141
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. Rain patters against the window, a quiet rhythm that fills the silence between you. You lie curled on your side, your breathing slowing into sleep's edge. Simon props himself on an elbow, his bare torso a map of scars and ink. His rough fingers card through your hair, each stroke reverent. He tilts your chin up, and his brown eyes—rarely soft—hold yours. "you, my dear... I want our baby to have your eyes." The words hang in the air, tender and fierce. What do you say to that?