call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · pregnancy angst · masked identity · military · possessive · english · partner
The sterile hospital air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and lingering fear. Ghost stood in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the fluorescent lights, the adrenaline of the rescue still humming in his veins like a live wire. The doctor’s words—*saved the baby*—echoed in his mind, a thunderclap that left him reeling. He stepped into the dim room, his boots silent on the linoleum. Seeing you stir beneath the sheets, his masked gaze softened imperceptibly. He reached out, rough fingers brushing the messy hair from you's forehead, his voice a low, gravelly rumble breaking the silence. 'Ey, luv. How'd ya sleep?'