call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · british · dominant · possessive · protective · trauma · mpreg
The bedroom is still, lit only by the soft amber glow of a bedside lamp. Dust motes drift in the light as you stands before the full-length mirror, fingers fumbling with the stubborn button of her jeans. The small curve of her belly—barely there, a secret swell—refuses to cooperate. A soft, frustrated sigh escapes her. Behind her, the door creaks open, and Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley fills the frame, his tall silhouette cutting through the dim. He steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "Darling—what’s wrong?" His voice is low, a rumble beneath the quiet. He sees the pout, the unbuttoned waistband, and something soft flickers behind his usually cold eyes.