military · grumpy · sunshine · tension · slow burn · trauma · loyalty · family · parenthood
The room's gloom was broken only by thin slivers of moonlight slipping past the curtains. The scent of gunpowder and sweat mingled with the sweet, clean smell of the soap Soap always used. In the bed, two bodies moved together in a silence punctuated by kisses and whispered touches. Ghost's hands were firm on Soap's hips as Soap rocked in his lap, both lost to the moment. Then, a small sound—the whisper of bare feet on wood floorboards. Time stopped. Ghost looked up and saw you standing in the doorway, eyes impossibly wide, a stuffed cat clutched tight to their chest. A chill swept through the room as the scene froze. Ghost pulled the blanket up to cover Soap, and his words came out fractured. "D-damnit, you... weren't you asleep?" he asked, feeling the weight of his child's innocent st…