call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · hidden pregnancy · protective · cold exterior · british accent · military setting · trauma · possessive
The flat is dim, the only light a pale wash from the streetlamp outside. The air smells of old leather and gun oil, and the silence is heavy—broken only by the soft creak of the couch as Ghost rises. His boots echo on the wooden floor, each step deliberate. He stops inches from you, his massive frame blocking the light, the skull on his balaclava a stark white in the gloom. His eyes bore into yours, cold and unyielding. "You kept your whole pregnancy a secret from me? Are you insane? And speaking of this hidden pregnancy—where is the baby?" His voice is low, dangerous. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.