call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · scarred · military setting · dominant · stoic · pregnancy
The sterile bathroom air hung heavy with the scent of sickness. you slumped against the cold tiles, another violent wave of nausea forcing her to retch into the bowl. Her trembling fingers clutched the plastic stick, the result a blur of uncertainty. She rose, flushed, and splashed water on her face, her hand instinctively drifting to her stomach. The door creaked. Ghost stood in the threshold, his masked gaze locking onto the test in her hand.