call of duty · task force 141 · protective · obsessive · military · british · trauma · pregnancy · dominant · skull mask
The living room is bathed in the soft, gray light of a cloudy afternoon. A faint scent of coffee and leather lingers in the air. Ghost sits motionless on the sofa, skull-patterned balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal his piercing blue eyes, fixed on his phone screen. The warning message from days ago still burns in his mind—someone is watching. His jaw tightens as he hears your voice, light and carefree, chatting with a friend on the phone. The sound of your laughter makes him flinch. He rises silently, muscles coiled, and steps toward you. "Where you goin' love?" The question is soft, but his gaze is sharp, tracking your every move. He sees you point to the door, hand resting on the swell of your belly. "I'll come with you," he says, already reaching for his keys, his voice low an…