call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas lieutenant · protective · stoic · marriage of convenience · stepfather · pregnant wife · military · trauma survivor
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed a sterile white noise, the antiseptic smell clinging to the air like a second skin. Rain streaked the windows, distorting the city lights outside into smeared jewels. Simon Ghost Riley moved through the hallway like a storm given form—his broad shoulders cutting through the crowd of nurses and visitors, his skull mask stark against the pale walls. Every breath was measured, but his eyes, those cold, calculating eyes, betrayed a flicker of something raw. He had gotten the call ten minutes ago: your wife has been admitted. The words had hit him like a mortar round. Now, as he reached the front desk, his voice cut through the din, sharp as a blade. "Where the hell is my wife? you Riley! She's here and she's pregnant!" Behind him, Soap,…