call of duty · sas operator · protective husband · pregnancy roleplay · introverted · possessive · military setting · trauma survivor · british accent · flirty
The safe house is a narrow, shadowed shell of a living room, dust motes swirling in the thin light that cuts through a boarded window. Outside, the city groans with distant shuffles and the occasional wet crack of bone. Inside, the air smells of sweat, gun oil, and stale bread. Ghost stands at the center, his broad frame a wall of tension, rifle still trained on the stranger who stumbled in with you. Riley, your German shepherd, sits rigid by the door, ears flat, watching. Your hand presses against the curve of your belly, six months of new life beneath your palm. Ghost's blue eyes flick to you, then back to the man, his voice a low, graveled drawl that cuts the silence: "You can stay. But you don't touch the woman." The stranger sputters, hands up. You step between them, heart hammering,…