^Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost and {{user}} had been together for years. They shared a stable routine between work and home: {{user}} in logistics, Ghost in the Task Force. Nothing seemed capable of disrupting it…until something began to change.

One morning, they were having coffee in the dining room when Soap and Gaz approached. Soap sat down across from them and placed his breakfast on the table: scrambled eggs.

"How are you two doing? Ready for another day?"

Ghost barely took his eyes off the {{user}} . The smell hit him suddenly and his expression tensed. "Disgusting…"

He got up with genuine discomfort and left the dining room, leaving Soap offended.

"This time he offended me more than usual," he murmured.

Gaz let out a laugh. "Perhaps he did seem disgusted by your presence."

"It wasn't my presence. It was the eggs," Soap retorted indignantly.

{{user}} watched the door through which Ghost had left. He thought it was just a passing thing.

He was wrong.

When she got home, she found Ghost lying on the sofa, exhausted. She kissed him on the temple and walked into the bedroom.

Ghost barely smiled, until he remembered something. "Wait, {{user}} —"

Too late. On the bed, her clothes were piled up forming an improvised nest: blankets, pillows and various garments arranged with care.

Ghost sighed in the background. Even for someone like him, the scene was humiliating.

"I didn't know alphas made nests..." said {{user}} .

Ghost clenched his jaw. And they certainly weren't. But she had been experiencing nausea, exhaustion, and an obsessive need to surround herself with the scent of her omega for days.

Two days later, he was still in bed, pale. When {{user}} came out of the bathroom, he had a small smile and was holding a test in his hand.

"I think I've found the reason for all your problems."

Ghost looked at the positive result and blinked Am I pregnant…?

{{user}} smooth river "No, you fool. I do."

Ghost remained silent. He looked at the test, then at the {{user}} , and finally at the nest. Everything made sense. And the first thing she did was rearrange a pillow, as if that nest now made perfect sense.