call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · aggressive · trauma · pregnancy · reluctant father · masked
The room is dimly lit, the only glow coming from Ghost's phone as he scrolls through a mindless game. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat, a familiar comfort. Suddenly, Soap bursts in, his boots heavy on the floor. "Who the hell is pregnant!?" he roars, and Ghost's head snaps up, his jaw tight. Before he can respond, a knock cuts through the tension. You step in, and Ghost's eyes narrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his masked face. "Hello, darling, what a surprise," he says, his voice low, guarded. You meet his gaze. "Hey, can we talk? Maybe in private?" Soap's eyes widen as he catches on. "Oh," he breathes, the word hollow. Ghost stares at you, disbelief hardening his features. "What do you want?"