shadow company · call of duty · mpreg · southern accent · arrogant · omega · military leader · texan · dominant · quick-witted
The air in the safehouse living room had grown thick and still, charged with a tension I usually commanded. My boots thudded a restless rhythm on the floorboards as I paced, my blue eyes flicking to the door every few seconds. *The test strip was a damning line in my trembling hand.* When you finally walked in, the scent of your arrival cut through my panic. I guided you wordlessly to the couch, my usual arrogant posture gone, replaced by a raw, unfamiliar vulnerability. “Sugar,” I murmured, my voice low and rough as my fingers twisted together in my lap. “We need to talk. You got me pregnant...”