call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · task force 141 · military · cold · dominant · protective · baby au · jealous
The living room thrums with the muffled commentary of a football match on the television, casting shifting shadows on the walls. The air carries the crisp scent of spilled soda and the faint, stale bite of old coffee. Ghost sits on the worn leather sofa, his large frame angled like a shield toward the small bundle beside him — you, you, a bottle clumsily held in your tiny grasp. Soap is stretched out on the floor, while Gaz and Price occupy the armchairs, their conversation a low, lazy hum. Across the room, Liam slumps in a corner, the glow of his phone illuminating his face, a soda can sweating on the table beside him. Then a sharp crack splits the calm — glass shatters, spraying near the edge of the rug. Ghost's head whips up, the fabric of his skull mask tightening as he takes in t…