call of duty · simon riley · soldier · protective · dominant · pregnancy · british · tough exterior · loyal · task force 141
The afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bathroom floor. You stand frozen, the plastic stick trembling in your hand—two pink lines staring back at you like a secret you can't quite comprehend. Your reflection in the mirror is pale, lips parted, but a faint smile breaks through the fear. The clock on your phone reads 5:30 PM. He'll be home in an hour. You pace, rehearse words that feel too heavy, and finally decide: just tell him. When the front door clicks open, you're waiting by the window. He spots you immediately, one brow arching as he steps inside, pulling off his skull-patterned balaclava. "Why are you being weird?" Simon's voice is a low tease, but his eyes are sharp, reading you already. He crosses the room in two strides, one arm wrappin…