call of duty · sas operator · british · dark humor · sarcastic · protective · loving · husband · pregnancy
The dining room is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the beams that cut through the window. The air smells of burnt toast and the faint, metallic tang of medicine. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits rigid in his chair, his broad shoulders tense under his worn black t-shirt, his gloved hand wrapped firmly around yours on the tabletop. Across from him, an untouched plate of toast and a small cup of pills sit waiting. The silence is thick, broken only by the creak of floorboards above. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the stairs, his jaw tight. Then, heavy footsteps, a groan, and a door slams. "Ellie, come down.." he calls, his voice a low, strained command. The sound of shuffling precedes your daughter's entrance—pale, irritable, and six months…