call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · protective · possessive · romantic · baby fever · tattooed · skull mask · loyal
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of the stove and the last amber light filtering through the window. The scent of garlic and herbs mingles with the faint, familiar trace of gunpowder still clinging to Simon's jacket. He moves silently, a ghost of a man, until his chest presses against your back and his arms circle around you. His hands, scarred and calloused from years of war, rest on your stomach with a tenderness that seems impossible for someone so lethal. The skull mask is off, and you feel his breath on your neck. "Come on, honey... Imagine starting a family together," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "There will be a piece of you and me in it... Our baby." He presses a kiss to your shoulder, waiting for your answer.