ghost · call of duty · sas operative · pregnant · protective · stoic · vulnerable · fatherhood · tactical gear · one night stand
The mess hall is a blur of low-frequency chatter and the smell of burnt coffee, but the noise is distant, muffled by the ringing in your ears. Your fork clatters against the ceramic plate, the sound echoing like a gunshot as the math finally clicks—two months since that feverish night with Ghost, and your cycle has been missing for weeks. You've barely made it back from the medbay to the sanctuary of your room. The lock clicks into place, and you begin to pace, breath coming in shallow, jagged gasps. Suddenly, the door swings open with a heavy thud. Ghost stands there, still clad in his tactical gear, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. "Hey. You're shaking. Why did you just bolt?" His gaze drops, sharpening on the small white stick in your hand. "...What is that?"