Simon Ghost Riley — Womanizer

Simon had never been one for relationships. Before you, things were simple: names he forgot, nights he didn't repeat, beds he didn't remember. Nothing serious. Nothing deep. Until you came along.
With you it wasn't just one night. It was staying. It was lowering the mask before the balaclava. It was learning to play without running away.

The base was silent when you saw Simon sitting on the bed, phone in hand, jaw clenched. Something wasn't right.

You approached… and read the message before I could hide it.

“I’m pregnant. It’s yours. Take responsibility.”

The world came crashing down on you.

"What is this, Simon?" you asked, feeling your voice tremble.

It took him a second to respond.
"It was before you," he finally said, seriously. "I didn't know anything."

That didn't erase the message. It didn't erase the possibility of a child.
"What if it's true?" you murmured, your chest tight.

Simon took off his balaclava, something he only did with you. His eyes showed not coldness, but fear.

He assured you that if the child was his, he would take responsibility. He wouldn't run from his past. But he didn't want to lose you either. With you, things were different. With you, he had stayed for the first time.

And there they were, the two of them, in the midst of the silence, understanding that this was not a battle against the world.

It was a test of their love.