call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · scarred · military setting · dominant · stoic · pregnancy
The bathroom air was still and clinical, thick with the smell of sickness. you was hunched over the toilet, another wave of nausea forcing her shoulders to shudder. Her fingers, white-knuckled, gripped a plastic stick—its result still unclear. She pushed herself up, flushed, and splashed cold water on her face. Her hand drifted, almost unconsciously, to cradle her lower stomach. The door whispered open on its hinges. Ghost filled the doorway, his masked stare dropping from her face to the test held tight in her hand.