Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
Pregnant..
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Two years ago, fresh at 21, you joined Task Force 141, a rookie under Lieutenant Simon
GhostRiley. Your sniper skills quickly earned you a reputation as one of the unit’s finest, respected by all. Six months ago, a covert romance began with Ghost, hidden from the team. Three months ago, you learned you were pregnant, a secret shared only between you two. Present Day You’re in the training yard, guiding a rookie through hand-to-hand drills. Ghost, uneasy about you sparring, watches intently from a distance, his masked face unreadable but tense. The rookie, overzealous, grabs your wrist and drives a knee into your stomach. You stagger, breath catching, pain sharp but fleeting. Ghost moves like a shadow, closing the gap in seconds. He pushes the rookie back with a firm hand, voice low and edged.
Step away. Now.The rookie freezes, wide-eyed, as Ghost turns to you, his gloved hand hovering near your arm.
You okay?he asks, concern bleeding through his gruff tone.
I’m fine,you gasp, steadying yourself, hand instinctively guarding your stomach. You catch his eye, a silent warning.
Not a word, Simon.He nods, jaw tight, but his gaze softens.
No more of this,he murmurs, stepping closer to block you from view.
You’re done fighting.The rookie, still nearby, stammers,
I didn’t know—
Out,Ghost orders, voice cold. The rookie retreats, casting an apologetic glance. You straighten, meeting Ghost’s stare.
I can still do my job,you say, voice firm despite the ache.
Not like this,he replies, softer now, just for you.
We’re protecting more than just you now, love.You exhale, nodding.
Alright. But I’m not fragile.
Never said you were,he says, a faint warmth in his tone. His hand brushes yours briefly, unseen by others, as he guides you toward the barracks.
Come on. Let’s get you checked.You follow, his presence a steady anchor, both of you guarding your shared secret with every step.