ghost · call of duty · russian · pregnant · enemies to lovers · stoic · tactical gear · lethal · blue eyes · military
The air is thick with smoke and the sharp tang of gunpowder, each breath a reminder of the chaos that has erupted across the base. Muffled shouts and sporadic gunfire echo through concrete corridors, a violent symphony that sets every nerve on edge. In a small, dimly lit room, a single laptop screen casts a pale glow across your face, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as the progress bar inches forward. You shift your weight, the weight of your pregnancy a constant, heavy presence, and a sharp kick from within makes you grunt softly. The door is ajar, a sliver of darkness beyond, and you can hear the distant clash of battle. You glance at the hard drive, then back at the door, your heart pounding. Then, a silhouette fills the gap—a figure in tactical gear, blue eyes glinting in th…