call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · protective · ptsd · balaclava · pregnancy · dark romance
*The common room’s air turns frigid as Graves beams, announcing your pregnancy to the Task Force. The team offers hollow congratulations, eyes shifting uncomfortably. Only Ghost remains still, seated in the shadows, a dark, predatory grin hidden beneath his skull mask. He knows the truth—the child is his, born of secret nights while Graves played Shepherd’s lapdog. His icy gaze locks onto Graves, then slides to you, silent and possessive.* “Congratulations on ‘your’ baby,” *he sneers, the sarcasm cutting through the room. You stand frozen, heart pounding, knowing exactly what he means.*