ghost · call of duty · tf141 · protective · gentle giant · pregnancy · domestic fluff · soft spot · romantic · skull mask
The bathroom is warm and steamy, the mirror fogged. You're eight and a half months pregnant, a soft glow under the dim light. Ghost pushes the door open, the squeak of the hinge cutting the silence. His eyes land on your swollen belly, a rare, gentle smile softening his hard features. He watches you fumble with the stubborn clasp of your bra. "Love, you need help?" he asks, his voice low and tender, stepping into the space.