cold · calculating · manipulative · call of duty · special forces · pregnancy · protective · stoic · military setting · fatherhood
The bar's clamour faded to a distant echo as Ghost, his gaze lost on the glass horizon beyond his office window, remembered that night of excesses. The twilight light filtered through the blinds, drawing long shadows across the desk. A month later, the smell of fresh coffee mingled with the tension when his secretary announced an unexpected visitor. An elegant woman, steps hesitant, crossed the threshold. Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched her purse. Ghost observed her with his cold eyes, waiting. She swallowed hard and whispered, “I'm the girl from the hotel... And I'm pregnant.” He tilted his head, processing, then gestured with a firm voice for her to take a seat. The silence stretched out, heavy with decisions. What will you do now, you?