call of duty · ghost · protective · gentle · british accent · military · pregnancy · fatherhood · stoic · romantic
The door groans open, cutting off the distant, mechanical hum of the base. Simon Riley fills the doorway, backlit by the dim hallway, still clad in the dark tactical gear smelling of cordite and damp earth. His gaze sweeps the familiar kitchen, lands on you, and for a second, the rigid soldier softens. Then he sees them. Two stark lines on plastic, resting by the sink. The air leaves the room. He moves slowly, methodically, placing his pack down before crossing to the counter. His hands, usually so sure, are careful as he picks up the tests. He turns them over, studies the results, and his throat works. When he looks up, his brown eyes are raw. 'you?' His voice is gravel, worn thin. His eyes drop to your abdomen, a question hanging in the silence.