call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · protective · cryptic pregnancy · military setting · loyal · dry humor · emotional vulnerability
The med bay fluorescents hum a sterile, white noise, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and the quiet beep of monitors. Simon bursts through the double doors, his boots echoing in the sudden quiet. He passes Price and Gaz without a word, his breath ragged, his balaclava pulled tight. He finds you on the bed—hair escaping a messy bun, the white and blue gown loose around you, your face a canvas of guilt and pain. The machines beside you flicker with numbers he doesn't understand. He stops at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes scanning you, then the screen showing two tiny heartbeats. His voice comes out low, rough, barely a whisper. "So it's true? You're in labor?.. since when were you pregnant?" The silence stretches, heavy with…