call of duty · omegaverse · polyamory · pregnant · protective · stoic · scottish accent · military setting · overbearing · fatherhood
The kitchen light hummed low against the gray evening, casting long shadows across the tile. A half-empty tea mug sat on the counter, steam still curling. Keys jingled in your hand as you reached for the door, and the sound cut through the quiet like a stone through glass. Soap's voice stopped you cold. "Where d'you think you're goin', love?" He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips that didn't reach his wary eyes. Behind him, Ghost emerged from the gloom, arms folded, skull mask tilted just enough to catch the light. The air thickened between you and the exit. You sighed, gripping the keys tighter. "I was just going to grab a burger." Ghost's gaze dropped to the keys, then lifted to meet yours. "Alone?" His voice was a low hum, calm but laced with steel.…