ghost · call of duty · military · protective · deadpan humor · british accent · baby daddy · soft spot · trauma · tactical gear
The front door creaks open, spilling amber light into the dim hallway. Boots heavy with exhaustion drag across the floorboards as Ghost—still in tactical gear—collapses onto the couch, the worn fabric groaning under his weight. The baby gurgles, tiny fists waving, crawling with fierce determination toward him. You lift the little one onto his chest. He presses a kiss to your cheeks, voice raw: "Missed this." His blue eyes hold yours, asking silently—how bad was it without me?