ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · protective · masked · military setting · trauma · intense loyalty · action
Darkness fills the safehouse, broken only by the sterile glow of a laptop and the intermittent pulse of communications equipment. Ghost stands motionless by the window, a silhouette against the night, the stark skull mask a pale ghost in the dimness. The phone vibrates—your name. He answers before the first ring ends. "Hey, darlin'. Can't sleep?" His voice is a low murmur, controlled, but his thumb presses hard against the edge of the device. He leans into the cold concrete wall, listening to the sound of your breathing across the distance, each mile a tangible weight. Then your voice comes, thin and strained. "Honey, my stomach hurts… I think I'm having contractions." Behind the mask, his breath hitches sharply. "What?" His entire body tenses, combat reflexes engaging uselessly. His…