Summary: Johnny wakes up in his Lt’s house and finds himself wildly unprepared to address the elephant that is Simon Riley and domesticity.
TLDR: Soap meets the Lt’s wife :)
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence, female reader, pregnant!reader, domestic fluff, Simon and reader already have a toddler…, maybe a little OOC Ghost but allow it, no smut all plot, still MDNI I swear to God, idk like minor swearing but if you’re from the COD fandom I feel like you should know that, let me know if I missed anything.
A/N: if you saw this previously posted to another account, no you didn’t :) I don’t really know what to call this type of fic, it is a Ghost x Reader, but it’s got quite a bit of self-reflection and characterization from Soap. again, no beta, and i’m not from the US of A, spelling differences :)
Dictionary: SO - superior officer Civvies - civilian clothing NOD’s - them night vision goggle thingo’s Padre - colloquial name for Bristish Army Chaplains
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Simon didn’t wait for Johnny’s reaction. He didn’t want questions. Didn’t want considerations. He wanted to see his wife, and he wanted to sleep. He’d showered on base, he always did, he hated waking her in the middle of the night.
Up the stairs, he saw the bedroom door slightly ajar, the cold bathroom light seeping through the gaps under the door and sending a beam of grey across the hall. He knocked once.
“Love?”
The quiet hum of her response came through the wood and he gently pushed the door open, breathing the room in.
Coming home like this always felt odd. He forgot how his room smelled, how it smelled so distinctly of her perfume, the washing detergent, and the slight tang of some cleaning product. The scent was heady, it weighed his shoulders down, made him want to sink straight into the mattress and close his eyes.
She was in the bathroom, sporting one of his shirts, and tying her hair up. She rubbed one of her eyes, blearily running a hand over her stomach - his child.
A heavy weight gripped at his chest. But this grip was not cold, it did not suffocate him; this grip warmed his bones and breathed air into his lungs. His lips twitched. He would stare at her often. She told him he did. But was what he supposed to say? His words couldn’t possibly amount to say what he meant.
Beautiful was never enough of a word. It wasn't…it didn’t even mean anything next to her. She was something that beauty was afraid of, something that beauty could never match.
“Evening, sweetheart.” The tiredness in his bones made him drawl the word. Made it sound like he was from somewhere else.
“Welcome home.” She murmured quietly as he trudged to where she stood. She wrapped her arms around his middle and he damn-near sank to his knees, pulling her into his chest, as far in as her current condition would allow, pressing a firm kiss to her head. They were silent and he breathed her in. She curled her fingers up into his hair and said something about missing him, but he hardly heard it, just focusing on keeping his breathing even.
Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley X Pregnant! Reader
Warnings: Medical drama, Fluff,
A/N: Hi loves, sorry for taking so long, i just moved into a new house and its been a lot. And honestly my mental health is trash. This part was also really hard to write for me because I had this happen to me. And i didnt realize how triggering it would be to write about it but the best way to get through the trauma is to write about it, right? maybe? no? well, anyways sorry if it sucks. i’ll do better next time.
Your head pounded as you laid across the soft couch, each throb timed perfectly with the beating of your heart. There was no cuteness in pregnancy, not in your eyes at least. The glow that most women talked about was nothing more than a sheen of sweat that collected on your brow from your every move. There was a tiny human playing soccer with your organs, your ribcage the goal. They kicked wildly at the space below your ribs, the feeling enough to make you want to throw up.Â
The past few days had been rough, you had a headache from hell and you just felt drained. Simon was concerned but you had chalked it up to the lingering cold you had going on. But now as you lay on the couch your stomach rolling with each passing moment you aren’t so sure. Simon was on base today, having to complete some paperwork. He had woken you this morning, his lips peppering your face with soft kisses.Â
He had tried to stay home but you had insisted he go, that you would be fine you would call if you needed him. Since he had left a few hours ago he had called you a few times, and you had reassured him each time that you were okay, you were just going to rest on the couch until he got home. You weren’t sure how long had passed since Simon had last called, but you had started to gradually feel worse. You push yourself up onto your elbows, and the world begins to spin around you. A wave of dizziness, crashing into you, as you blindly reach for your phone.Â
You swallow trying to will yourself not to throw up. It takes you a few moments to find Simon’s name in the phone, and putting it on speaker. It rings longer than normal but right before it goes to voicemail his panicked voice answers. “Hello? Y/n? What’s wrong?”
“Simon… I… I don’t feel good,” your voice shakes as you struggle to keep the phone in your hand.Â
“Bloody hell, It’s alright Love, stay on the phone with me, i’m on my way,” there’s shuffling and the sound of boots hitting the floor in the background. “You’ll be okay, what’s going on?”
“I have a headache… I’m nauseous, and I just don’t feel good at all, I think something is really wrong,” you mumble, swaying slightly as you sit on the couch.Â
“Okay, Love, do you have any swelling in your hands or feet?” The sound of Simon’s truck revving filters through the phone.Â
“Yeah a little,” You lean forward to the best of your ability and press on the top of your foot watching as your finger makes a light indent in the skin.
“Fuck..” Simon curses under his breath, “Love, go put your coat on, I’ll be there in a moment. Okay? We’re gonna go to the hospital.”Â
“Simon?” you whisper, your voice shaking as you push yourself to stand, bracing yourself on the couch.
“Yeah love?”
“I’m scared…” you whisper, squeezing your eyes closed as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks.Â
“I know, I’m pulling up now okay, I’m gonna hang up okay? I just parked the truck, I’m coming to get you.” Simon’s voice cuts off as the line goes dead. You shuffle over to the coat rack and start to pull on your coat. Hot tears roll down your cheeks as you hold the coat closed around your stomach. A sharp pain under your ribs causing you to gasp, and brace your hands on the kitchen counter.Â
The sound of heavy boots stops outside the door as Simon pushes into the apartment. He’s still wearing all his gear, his tight black t-shirt, his cargo pants and skull mask on. His brown eyes are full of concern as he walks towards you, his large hands resting on your hips.Â
“C’mon Love lets get you checked out,” He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead. Simon’s arms carefully pull you into him, resting your back against his chest as he guides you from the apartment and down to the car. Your mind feels cloudy and far away as Simon secures you into the truck. His hands brushing along your stomach as he fastens your seatbelt. You close your eyes focusing on the revving of the engine as Simon weaves the large black truck in and out of traffic. It was only moments later that it came to a screeching halt outside the A&E doors. He barely had the truck in park before he was jumping out and scooping you up in his arms. He cradles you against his chest as he bursts through the sliding glass doors.
“I need some help!” his voice is loud against your ear. The vibrations of it through his chest causing you to groan in pain. Each movement felt like it was sucking the soul out of you. Every breath hurt and you just wanted to sleep, but soon there were nurses and doctors swarming you. Each of them throws questions towards you, only to have Simon reply for you.Â
“How far along is she?” a doctor asks as she shines a bright light in your eyes.Â
“28 Weeks,” Simon’s voice is laced with panic.
“Okay, let’s get her up to Labor and Delivery people let’s go! Someone call the NICU unit!” the on-call emergency room doctor calls out. It was like a swarm of bees, suddenly everyone was doing something. Someone was poking your arm with an IV while another was taking your blood pressure. You weren’t sure whose hands belonged to who or what was going on. But after a few moments there was too much going on for your brain to process, and you passed out.
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The beeping of the monitors was oddly familiar to you, like when you woke up after being caught in the stairwell after the apartment building you were living in caught fire. But this time there was an icy chill that ran down your spine when you heard it. The memories of what happened come flooding back.
Calling Simon, him rushing home, being rushed to A&E, the doctors concerned voice. The overwhelming sense of panic, and then nothing. You slowly pry our eyes open, fighting against the heaviness. The first thing you see is Simon’s blonde hair, the wild strands sticking up at odd angles as it rests against the light blue hospital blanket. Your hand is trapped under his head. His cheek pressed firmly into the back of it. You wiggle your fingers slightly and he stirs. His head lifting, brown eyes blinking slowly as he came around.Â
“Y/N?” He asks softly, his eyes meeting yours.
“Hi,” you croak softly, your throat dry and a little sore.Â
“Oh god, baby, you scared me so much,” Simon whispers, his hands coming to cup your cheeks. He was still wearing his gear, minus his mask and vest, his black shirt slightly wrinkled.Â
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your right hand moving reflexively to rest on your stomach. You pause, eyes widening as the once firm bump is now squishy and numb. The world seems to stop spinning, time slowing. Your heart wants to stop beating in your chest but it won’t listen.Â
 “N-No.” Your voice cracks, eyes welling with tears and a look of confusion crosses Simon’s face before he looks at your right hand.Â
“Oh! No, love, shhh stop it’s okay. The baby is okay.” He rushes out, grabbing your left hand in his. His face is full of concern, his brow furrowed as he watches you slightly relax. After a moment you let out a shaky breath.
“What happened?” You whisper, looking up at him, his hand still clutched tightly around yours.
“You had PreEclampsia, but a severe case of it called HELLP syndrome. I’m not entirely sure what it means but they said the only way to save your life was to deliver the baby. So they performed an emergency C-Section and had to give you a blood transfusion. The baby is okay, they’re in the NICU. I haven’t been able to see them yet, but a nurse came about an hour ago and said that they were fighting like crazy and we should be able to see them soon.” He explains, his brown eyes welling with tears.Â
His voice is rough and strained, “I thought I was gonna lose you both.”
Hot tears well in your eyes as he admits his fear. A man as big and strong as Simon looked so small at that moment. He looked like a lost child who couldn’t find home. The brave soldier who willingly ran into warzones and fought people with his bare hands had never looked so helpless. It was in this rare moment that you got to see the person behind the hardened soldier. The man who truly thought he was going to lose the person he cared about, and his child. Your heart ached for him, you wished you could take the worry and pain he had felt away but you couldn’t.Â
Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks, he must’ve been so scared, felt so hopeless. He was usually able to control some aspect of the situations he was in. He could fight his way out of the worst scenarios, he could plan an escape, and he was always prepared for things if they went south. But he wasn’t able to fix you, he had been completely helpless as Doctors worked to save not only your life but that of his unborn child.Â
“Oh baby, don’t cry,” Simon’s thumb strokes the skin under your cheek as he wipes away your tears.Â
“I’m sorry I scared you,” you whisper, voice tight.
“It’s not your fault, i’m just glad you’re both okay.” He whispers, leaning forward and brushing his lips against your cheek.
“Tell me about the baby,” you blink away the rest of the tears, taking a steadying breath.
“It’s a girl, she weighs 1lb 2oz, and she’s so small i don’t even think she’d fill my entire palm. They aren’t sure entirely what her future looks like, but the nurse that came in to check on you said she was a fighter, and she felt really good about her outcome.” He smiles, his brown eyes filled with pride as he talks about his daughter.
A daughter.
You had a daughter now.
The thought alone was crazy to you, you had been so sure the entire time it was a boy. You had a gut feeling but you were wrong, and you weren’t unhappy about it. You didn’t care either way, the only thing you cared about was that they were okay. That they would pull through everything and you would get to bring them home eventually.Â
There’s a soft knock on the door and a nurse with red hair pokes her head in.Â
He didn’t go with them when they went to spread his ashes in Scotland. He gave Price a part of them then took the rest, no one saying a word about him not being there.
Nik is Soap’s bio dad. His mom and Nik split a couple years after having Soap and Nik moved back to Russia. Soap would spend the summer in Russia with Nik and stay with his mom during school.
A fight between Nik and Soap’s mom lead to her getting full custody of Soap (he was around thirteen at the time) and pretty much cut all contact between Nik and Soap and made Soap believe Nik just didn’t want anything to do with him anymore while also telling Nik that Soap didn’t want him as his dad anymore. Soap grew up believing his dad abandoned him while Nik believed Soap disowned him.
Years later Soap and Nik meet again after Soap joins 141… and it wasn’t pretty. Soap blew up at Nik for abandoning him and Nik didn’t say anything at first because he was conflicted. Happy to see his son and confused that Soap thinks he abandoned him. It ended up with Nik and Soap yelling at each other (one yelling in Russian and the other yelling in parts Gaelic and Russian).
The fight got worse because Nik quickly came to the conclusion that his ex purposely ruined their relationship and Soap was set on defending his mother because he refused to believe she would’ve done something like that. Price tried to calm things down between them while Ghost and Gaz were watching everything unfold like it was a soap opera.
Things are now very awkward between Soap and Nik and Ghost and Gaz are so desperate for context of what was going on but no one would tell them anything.
Tumblr already has a personalization algorithm it’s called my beloved mutuals who have great taste and only wish to psychologically damage me sometimes
“You know, that’ll burn if you don’t stir it enough.”
Simon lifts his head and turns from where he was hunched over one of your recipe books, surprised to see you home already. You look like you always do after work—hair a little frizzier than it was in the morning, eyes a little more tired, but smile and glow as bright as always. You’re leaning against the kitchen entryway, letting the wall hold your head up for you as you give him a smirk.Â
He quickly looks back at the pot of boiling potatoes, whole milk, and water and decides it will survive 30 more seconds without a stir so he can properly greet you. He meets you in the entryway and wraps his arms around your waist as he presses his lips to yours.
