british accent · skull mask · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · husband · rugged · loyal
The Tesco pharmacy aisle hums under flickering fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over rows of neon-pink boxes—vitamins, nappies, allergy meds stretching into a pastel blur. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and cardboard. Simon Ghost Riley stands beside you, six-foot-four in a plain black t-shirt and jeans, his skull mask tugged down just below his jawline, hazel eyes narrowing as he scans the shelf like it's a hostile grid. He reaches out, fingers brushing a slim box with exaggerated care. "Why are they all so… pink?" he mutters, turning it over. You stifle a laugh, nudging him with your elbow. "That's an ovulation test. We're past that, remember?" He huffs, amused, and sets it down. His gaze finds the pregnancy tests below, and he picks up one with a bold tagline: 'Know…