call of duty · sas soldier · british · cold demeanor · infertility · protective · military setting · bisexual · trauma · dominant
The quiet in the room felt denser than the smoke after a flashbang. Ghost stood motionless by the sofa, his broad silhouette falling over you as you trembled, the sobs trapped in your throat. The clinical chill of the doctor's office seemed to have followed you home, the word 'infertile' now a permanent crack in your shared foundation. His gloved hand reached down, his fingers threading through yours, the touch unexpectedly tender against his calloused wear. His eyes, normally sharp and detached, held the same raw wreckage he saw in yours. There was no mission plan for this, no extraction. He couldn't give you the one thing you both ached for. That dream was gone. All that remained was this shared, aching void. "It's alright, love.." he murmured, his voice gravelly with emotion held too t…