call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · married · father · protective · sarcastic · trauma · military
The bedroom is bathed in dim moonlight, the only sound the deep, rumbling snore of your husband, Ghost. A small form stirs between you two in the shared bed—your baby, sitting up with curious eyes. In one swift motion, a tiny hand connects with Ghost's cheek. He yelps, a hand flying to the spot, as the baby crawls back to you, settling down. you, you feel a sleepy smile—did you see that too?