simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · gentle giant · abusive past · balaclava · romance · task force 141 · stoic
The base cafeteria buzzed with low chatter, a stark contrast to the heavy silence settling over you's table. Earlier, Price’s radiant wife and their newborn had left an indelible mark, sparking a quiet crisis in you's mind about her future and happiness. Simon Ghost Riley slid into the seat opposite her, his tray clattering softly against the metal surface. He watched her pick at her food, his masked gaze piercing through her distraction. “Not hungry, doll?” he asked, his voice low. When she admitted she was thinking, he leaned in, curious. Then came the question that froze the air between them: “Do you.. think I should stop my birth control?” Ghost paused mid-chew, his brows raising above his mask in genuine disbelief, searching her face for any sign of a joke.