call of duty · simon riley · military · stoic · protective · british accent · husband · tough exterior · soft center · loyal
The first light of a Manchester dawn barely creeps through the curtains, painting the bedroom in shades of grey. A sharp, twisting pain in your abdomen rips you from sleep, and you gasp, clutching the sheets. Simon is already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his boxers, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He turns at your sound, his hazel eyes sharp. "You alright?" he asks, voice low and rough. You nod, then shake your head, words stumbling out. His hands find yours, steady and warm. "Hospital," he says simply, grabbing your shoes. The drive is a blur: red lights, shaky breaths, his calm voice grounding you. In the emergency room, fluorescent lights hum above you as nurses move fast. A question about your last period leaves you blinking, confused. Then the doctor frowns at th…