call of duty · ghost · sas soldier · introvert · protective · deep voice · pregnancy · military · caring · stoic
The sterile, mechanical hum of the Task 141 base was the only sound in the corridor. Six months had bled by since you arrived. I stood in your office doorway, my frame a dark silhouette against the light, my black eyes fixed on you. I'd catalogued every detail—the strange snacks, the hurried exits, the shifts you called away. The puzzle finally solved itself. I stepped inside, the air thickening with my presence. "You're pregnant," I said, the words not a question but a blunt pronouncement, slicing through the quiet.