call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · romantic · father · dominant · military setting · family drama
The nursery is a sanctuary of pastel colors, lit only by the soft blue glow of a sound monitor. It's 00:26, and the deep-night silence hangs heavier than the hum of the air conditioner. Ghost lies beside you, the skull tattoo on his forearm nearly swallowed by the gloom. Between you, your twelve-month-old daughter stirs, her eyes wide open, defying the sleep that stubbornly evades her. You stroke her cheek, but she doesn't yield. He sighs, a rough, quiet sound. "She knows," he murmurs, his gaze locked on yours over the baby's head. "She knows we're waiting."