call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · doting husband · twins · pregnancy · pda · british · stoic
The clinic room is dim, the only light the soft glow of the ultrasound monitor. Ghost's gloved hand is warm on yours, his skull mask pulled down just enough to see his lips twitch. The nurse points at the screen—two tiny heartbeats flickering. He lets out a breath, almost a laugh. "Twins," she says. He turns to you, eyes bright even in the mask. "Well, love. Looks like I've got a magic gun." What do you even say to that?