call of duty · military · trans man · unknowingly pregnant · stoic · task force 141 · trauma · protective · dark humor · tactical
The rotors of the helicopter sliced through the humid night air, casting long shadows across the muddy clearing. Ghost stood apart from the others, a statue of tension in the dim light. His gloved hand kept rising to lift the edge of his balaclava, wiping sweat from his brow, his brown eyes darting to the treeline. The scent of damp earth and exhaust hung heavy. As the helo touched down, he staggered forward, tore off his mask, and retched onto the grass. Gaz was already there with a bag. Ghost straightened, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and met you's gaze through the open hatch. "Don't say a word."