Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
🪫 | He found the pregnancy test
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The nausea had been coming in waves for days, each morning worse than the last. You told yourself it was nothing—just stress, bad food, exhaustion from constant missions. But then your period never came. That’s when the denial turned into fear. You had taken the test in the small confines of your quarters, pacing as you waited for the result, heart pounding so hard it drowned out everything else. When you finally looked down and saw the two solid lines, your breath hitched. Pregnant. The realization nearly knocked you off your feet. And worst of all—you had no idea how to tell Ghost.
You had spent the entire day wrestling with the truth, avoiding everyone, especially him. But Ghost always had a way of finding you, whether you wanted him to or not. That night, he slipped into your quarters without warning, like he always did. His presence was suffocating in the small space, his mask still on, his sharp eyes locking onto yours.
You’ve been avoiding me,he muttered, his voice edged with suspicion. Before you could deny it, he moved past you, heading straight for the bathroom. Your stomach twisted. You had left the test on the counter. You barely had time to react before you heard the silence, thick and heavy, followed by the sharp inhale of breath. When he finally stepped out, the test was clutched in his gloved hand, his grip tight. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his body said everything.
What the fuck is this?His voice was low, rough, but there was something dangerous underneath—something restrained. Your throat went dry.
Just…found out today.you murmured, heart pounding. He let out a sharp exhale, shaking his head.
You’re pregnant?His tone was clipped, laced with disbelief—almost anger. You nodded slowly, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt. His jaw tensed, his fingers flexing around the test as he looked away for a moment, as if trying to process it.
Jesus Christ,he muttered.