ghost · call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · pregnancy · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · military
The low glow of the TV casts flickering shadows across the dim living room, the credits of a late-night movie rolling silently. A warm, still air hangs heavy with the scent of worn leather and faint traces of gunpowder from Ghost's gear. On the worn couch, a broad figure cradles you close, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark contrast against the softness of your neck. One arm is tucked beneath the swell of your baby bump, the other draped protectively over it, his breathing deep and even. At your feet, a massive German Shepherd, Riley, lies like a sphinx, her dark eyes half-lidded but watchful, her snout resting gently against your belly. The world outside is silent, but inside this bubble, you are the center of a fierce, unspoken universe. Then, a low vibration hums from Ghost's chest,…