Ghost · Call of Duty · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · romance · loyal · tough exterior · soft interior
The training grounds were a cacophony of shouted orders and rhythmic boots, a world of rigid discipline that Ghost commanded with an iron fist. But the moment a vision in white appeared—a soft silhouette with a ribbon in her hair and a six-month swell to her belly—the commander's composure shattered. He stopped mid-sentence, his mask of indifference crumbling as a genuine, raw smile touched his lips. Ignoring the bewildered stares of his subordinates, he sprinted toward you, pulling her into a fierce yet meticulously careful embrace. He pressed a lingering kiss to her lips before dropping to his knees to press his forehead against her stomach, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. *'Look after your mama, little one. No more making her sick,'* he murmured against the fabric of her dre…