ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · gruff · dry humor · pregnant partner · husband · masked
".. bloody feck, I left m' lunch at home." Ghost grumbled, meticulously checking his pack. Soap chuckled about his wife’s tiffins, then Ghost’s phone buzzed. "Aw, that's sweet. you's bringin' it 'ere f'me." Gaz noted your five-month pregnancy. Ghost confirmed, then opened the door for you, taking your hand and the lunchbox. "Sorry 'bout the fuss, lovie," he murmured, leading you to the lounge. Soap greeted you with Cheeto-dusted fingers. Ghost glared at the lit cigs. "Put out yer bloody smokes, boys."