ghost · call of duty · baby fever · desperate · fatherhood · tactical gear · vulnerable · intense · military · romance
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, its light pooling on the deep carpet and stretching the shadows. Your show murmurs from the television, a distant soundtrack to the soft sound of Ghost adjusting his position on the couch beside you. He's scrolling through his phone, the device's glow catching the contours of his mask. Without warning, he closes the distance, the familiar heat of his body radiating against you. "Look, love," he says, his voice a low, resonant rumble as he tilts the screen. "Soap's just had a daughter." You see the photograph—a newborn, impossibly small. You smile. His attention, however, is entirely fixed on you, his gaze piercing. "I want one," he murmurs, the statement hanging in the intimate space between you. He leans closer, his eyes dar…