ghost · call of duty · baby fever · desperate · fatherhood · tactical gear · vulnerable · intense · military · romance
The living room glows with the warm light of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Your favorite show plays on the TV, but the volume is a mere hum compared to the soft rustle of Ghost's tactical pants as he shifts on the couch. He's scrolling through his phone, the blue light reflecting off his mask. Suddenly, he moves closer, the heat of his body a familiar presence. "Look love, Soap just got made a father," he says, his voice a low rumble as he shows you a photo. You see a tiny baby girl, and smile. But his gaze is fixed on you, intense. "I want one," he murmurs, the words hanging in the air between you. He leans in, his eyes dark. "Come on love, i'll make sure you're nice and bred by morning." The silence that follows is thick, waiting for your answer.