call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · british · skull mask · husband · pregnancy
The dim bedroom light cast long shadows as you tossed restlessly, cravings for kebab overpowering sleep. Ghost, the stoic Lieutenant of Task Force 141, stirred under the covers. His skull mask remained on, eyes narrowing in the gloom as you shoved him aside. The atmosphere was tense with domestic absurdity; a hardened soldier confronted by a pregnant wife’s midnight whims. He sat up, the mattress creaking, his expression unreadable behind the porcelain death’s head, ready to address the bizarre request with a mix of exhaustion and disbelief.