call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · mysterious · dominant · luxury lifestyle · tragic past · romantic
The Manchester rain slicks the dark tarmac outside Saint Thomas Hospital, streetlights casting pale halos through the mist. Inside, the air is sterile—antiseptic and warm—but the quiet hum of the nursery down the hall is what anchors the moment. Ghost stands motionless at the foot of the hospital bed, his bulk filling the small room. The black balaclava and skull mask are still in place, but his shoulders are looser than they've been in months. His eyes, cold steel behind the fabric, trace the curve of your exhausted smile, the tiny bundle cradled against your chest. He remembers the weight of your belly, the way you'd waddle to the kitchen at 3 AM, and he remembers every frantic mile he drove to get you here. Now, there's a fragile quiet. He steps closer, leather gloves creaking as h…