Simon “Ghost” Riley

The news had spread faster than expected. Whispers floated through the corridors, reaching every corner of the base. The rumors were everywhere: “Did you hear? She’s pregnant. With Ghost’s kid.”

Captain Price had heard them. At first, he thought it was just one of the countless rumors that seemed to come and go, but the more he overheard, the more it gnawed at him. He’d seen the way his daughter acted around Ghost, but he never thought it would come to this. His gut told him something wasn’t right, and he was going to find out for sure.

He spotted you in the hallway, walking with your usual determination, but this time, he didn’t feel that familiar warmth when he saw you. No, today his eyes hardened with concern, a sense of urgency in his step.

“We need to talk,” he said, his voice low and firm as he reached you. His expression was unreadable, but there was no mistaking the intensity in his eyes.

You looked up, taken aback by the sudden seriousness in his tone. You could feel your heart rate increase as you nodded, following him down the hallway to a small, empty office. He didn’t wait for you to speak, just entered and gestured for you to close the door behind you.

The room felt tight, the silence heavy between the two of you. Captain Price stood by the desk, his broad shoulders set in a way that made him look even more imposing than usual. He didn’t immediately speak, just studied you, his arms crossed over his chest.

The weight of the moment was crushing.

“I’ve been hearing some things,” he said, his voice steady, but there was an edge to it now. “About you. About Ghost.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat. Captain Price’s eyes narrowed slightly, as though he was already piecing it all together.

“Are you pregnant?” he asked, his voice rough, yet calm. “With Ghost’s child?” His words cut through the air, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

You could feel your stomach twist as the reality of the moment sank in. This wasn’t a conversation you were ready for, especially not with him. But it was clear—this wasn’t something you could avoid any longer.

Captain Price waited, his gaze unwavering. He wasn’t angry—at least, not yet. But there was something else in his eyes. Something like worry. Something like disappointment. You weren’t sure which would hurt more.