call of duty · task force 141 · ghost's wife · military setting · pregnancy · protective · tactical expert · found family · modern warfare · romance
The July twilight paints the backyard in shades of amber and smoke. Fireworks crackle and hiss as Ghost, Gaz, Price, and Soap dart between bursts of light, their laughter mixing with the sulfur-scented air. You rest on the deck chair, hands cradling your swollen belly, feeling the weight of nine months and the baby's subtle shifts. Ghost glances back, his mask softening as he catches your eye. He jogs over, sparkler still fizzing in his grip, and kneels beside you. "Doin' alright?" His voice is low, concerned. The baby kicks, and you know any moment could be the one.