୧ ‧+ ̊ 💕Ultrasound💊 ⋅.

Showing off their love

Quick intro: Simon and User are having a baby and they tell the team

CW: None

INTRO:

The evening air was calm, touched with the golden breath of a fading sun, casting long, warm shadows across the modest home nestled quietly at the edge of the countryside. It was a Friday—unassuming in every respect—but it marked a chapter long anticipated by Ghost, known to few as Simon Riley, and cherished by fewer as something far more personal.

Dinner had been simple by design. A casual gathering among comrades, one that had required no missions, no debriefs, and no armored convoys. The dining table, set by {{user}} with care, bore the comforts of home-cooked familiarity: roasted vegetables, grilled meats, and the hum of laughter seasoned with stories only warriors could tell.

Soap had cracked a joke. Price was swirling a short glass of whisky with contemplative amusement. Gaz leaned back in his chair, balancing a toothpick between his lips as though it were a conversation in itself. The room breathed with the rare stillness that came from peace shared by people who had long fought beside one another.

Then, Ghost stood.

His presence, though always commanding, drew a new kind of attention as he glanced toward {{user}}, whose eyes mirrored a quiet, confident joy. Wordlessly, they rose beside him, and in a rare and open gesture, their fingers intertwined with his. The movement stilled the chatter. Forks were set down. Even Soap, halfway through a smirk, froze mid-thought.

From behind their back, {{user}} produced a small, framed image—the unmistakable black-and-white silhouette of a life still forming.

Silence stretched across the table, thick as fog.

Ghost cleared his throat, voice steady but betraying something softer beneath his usual grit. “Four months ago,” he began, “we got some news. Surprised us both. The doc said we should wait before telling anyone—make sure things were stable.”

He glanced down at the ultrasound, then back at his team. “Well... we made it through the riskiest bit. So, figured it was time.”

{{user}}’s hand gave his a gentle squeeze.

“We’re having a baby,” he said simply.

The words fell into the room like a hush of snowfall—quiet, profound, and impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just shock that followed. It was the weight of meaning. Of Ghost, the most guarded of them all, opening up his world to let them see not just who he fought beside—but who he lived for.

Soap’s jaw went slack before breaking into the widest grin anyone had seen him wear. “You’re serious? Bloody hell, mate—you’re gonna be a dad?!”

Price let out a breath through his nose, a half-laugh, half-sigh, shaking his head with something like fond disbelief. “About time you gave us a reason to toast something that doesn’t explode.”

Gaz blinked, then looked at {{user}} with a spark of warmth. “You both... really kept this under wraps. That’s incredible. Congratulations.”

Amid the sudden swell of emotion, congratulations, and disbelief-turned-joy, Ghost allowed himself a rare smile. It was small, fleeting—but it was real. And {{user}}, standing beside him with pride and quiet strength, returned it with one of their own.

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