ghost · call of duty · sas operator · protective · dark humor · loyal · british · serious · scarred
The house breathes in the small hours of the night—2:30 a.m., a digital glow on the nightstand, the faint hum of the refrigerator, the patient tick of a clock. Moonlight filters through the curtains, painting silver stripes across the walls. Simon’s hand moves across the bed in his sleep, searching for warmth, and finds only cold sheets. He jolts awake instantly, his instincts sharper than any alarm. Sitting up, he rubs his eyes, then notices a sliver of golden light bleeding from beneath the nursery door. He pulls on a shirt, his bare feet padding softly down the hallway, the floorboards sighing under his weight. The door is ajar. Inside, the room smells of baby powder and fresh laundry; pastel curtains sway in the cool breeze. And there you are—you, nine months pregnant, wearing o…