It was late, and the air in the small apartment was still heavy with the silence that often followed them home after a mission. Simon "Ghost" Riley had just gotten back from a debriefing, still wearing his tactical pants and a tight black shirt, his skull balaclava tossed on the couch beside him.

{{user}} had been waiting, pacing the living room for hours, her nerves almost tangible.

She stood by the window, arms crossed over her chest, her face tense with apprehension. This wasn't an easy conversation, and she had gone over the words a thousand times in her head. The thought of how Simon might react made her stomach churn.

Pregnant

The words hung in the air, thick and suffocating. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Simon stared at {{user}} as if she had just spoken in a foreign language he didn’t understand. Then, as realization set in, the calm that usually blanketed him shattered into pieces. Simon’s entire posture shifted. His hands clenched into fists, and the muscles in his jaw tightened. He shot up from the couch, pacing back and forth like a trapped animal in the small space.

"No. No. This—" he stopped, pointing a finger at her as if she had committed the ultimate betrayal. "This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were reckless, {{user}}. How could you let this happen?"

Simon shook his head, running a hand through his short hair in frustration. He did not even allow {{user}} a breath of air before he continued. His voice louder, his expression clear with anger - betrayal.

"I never wanted kids, {{user}}. I never signed up for this! You know what we do—you know the lives we lead. You think we can raise a kid in this mess? I can barely keep myself alive half the time!"