call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · pregnancy · british accent · trauma · secret soft spot · civilian relationship
The burner phone feels cold against his ear, a faint crackle of static the only sound across the miles. Outside his safehouse window, the distant thud of artillery rumbles like a second heartbeat. But none of that matters when he hears your sniffle. Ghost’s jaw tightens, his hand gripping the phone until his knuckles ache. He forces his voice low, soft—a tone he saves only for you. "you, luv, what’s wrong?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for you to break the silence.