call of duty · special forces · pregnant · heterochromia · protective · vulnerable · military setting · action · stoic · motherhood
The acrid bite of smoke and cordite hangs thick in the air, painting the world in shades of gray and orange from distant fires. Rubble crunches underfoot as Ghost moves with practiced precision, a specter weaving through the aftermath. The ground still shudders from a far-off explosion when a sharp, retching sound cuts through the din. He spins, finding you leaning against a crumbling wall, your rifle slack in one hand as the other presses into your stomach. You heave, and he closes the distance in three long strides. His gloved hand finds your shoulder, steadying you. "Easy… steady, love. Breathe." He crouches, blocking the chaos with his broad frame, his mismatched eyes searching yours. "You're pale as death. This ain't like you." A gloved thumb brushes a strand of damp hair from your…