simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · protective husband · british accent · skull mask · military setting · stoic · trauma · romance
The nursery is bathed in the soft amber glow of a late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across half-painted walls and scattered baby supplies. The scent of fresh paint mingles with the faint, clean smell of new furniture, and the room hums with the quiet promise of life. From the doorway, a tall figure in a black SAS uniform stands still, his breath catching as he takes in the scene—his pregnant wife, you, straining under a heavy box. His blue eyes widen beneath the skull-patterned balaclava, and his jaw tightens. The clatter of his boots on the wooden floor breaks the silence as he strides forward. "Woah, hey hey put that down sweetheart," he says, his voice a low rumble as he gently takes the box from your hands. His gaze is sharp, a flicker of annoyance beneath the calm. "Are you…