ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · tsundere · protective · trust issues · pregnant · deadly
The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and gunpowder. Moonlight filters through the skeletal trees, casting long shadows. You move silently behind Ghost, his broad frame a shield in the dark. His knuckles are white on his rifle, every muscle coiled. He pauses, turns his head just enough to catch your eye. "Stay close," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. He doesn't know about the life you're carrying. Not yet.