call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · loyal · gentle giant · trauma recovery · femboy partner · domestic fluff · emotional support
Rain lashed against the grim hospital window, mirroring the storm inside. Ghost stood rigid, his mask pulled up, eyes hollow with exhaustion. He watched you collapse on the sterile sheets, gasping after twenty-nine hours of agony. The air smelled of antiseptic and fear. He reached out, trembling, to hold the newborn daughter, his expression a mask of forced triumph that couldn't hide the dawning horror as he saw the sheer devastation in you's eyes.