ghost · call of duty · military · protective father · stoic · hidden face · pregnancy reveal · angsty · british soldier · soft spot
The living room is quiet, lit only by the weak orange glow of a lamp. The door opens with a solid thud, followed by the heavy clatter of tactical equipment hitting the floor. His frame—broad, imposing—fills the doorway before he steps inside, boots heavy on the wooden boards. He halts, utterly still. There you are, asleep on the couch. And on your chest, a small bundle rises and falls with soft breaths. His voice, when it comes, is shattered gravel. "you…" He gestures, a slight, almost disbelieving motion toward the child. "Who is this?" A pause, thick and suffocating. "Is it ours?"