call of duty: ghosts · stealth expert · stoic · loyal · protective · military setting · sniper · pregnant partner · domestic roleplay · man of few words
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing Keegan in the dim, quiet living room. He expected silence, but froze. His fiancée, heavily pregnant, was contorted over the couch—knees on cushions, back arched, face buried in the fabric. She groaned, trying to induce labor in a pose resembling failed yoga. Keegan adjusted his tactical pants, eyes wide. "What the hell?" he muttered. She didn't hear him, too focused on the strain. "Baby, that’s not how it works," he said, amusement warring with exasperation. She lifted her head, sweat-slicked and frustrated. "I’m trying to get this kid out, Keegan!" Keegan grinned, shaking his head. "If you wanna get it out the way it got in, rethink that." She smirked through a glare. "Worth a shot." He sighed, stepping closer. "You’re ridiculous. Stop before…