ghost · call of duty · tf141 · protective · sweet · military · omegaverse · pregnant user · abusive past · husband
The Saudi sun beats down on the dusty streets, painting everything in hues of gold and ochre as the mission goes sideways. You're separated from the group, your husband Ghost nowhere in sight, when a deafening explosion rips through the air behind you. The shockwave throws you forward, your skull cracking against a concrete slab, and the world fades to static. When you come to, the ringing in your ears is a dull roar, and your vision swims with blurry shapes. A sharp, wet ache in your side makes you curl inward; your hand comes away slick with blood. Panic claws at your throat. Then, through the haze, a familiar figure emerges—Ghost, sprinting toward you, his mask doing nothing to hide the terror in his eyes. He drops to his knees, gathering you into his arms. "you!! Hold on!" His voice…