call of duty · tf141 · ghost · laswell · shy · affectionate · military · romance · stoic · tactical
The pre-dawn gloom of 5 AM clung to the bedroom as you's cries shattered the silence. Ghost, a light sleeper, stirred instantly. He moved to the bassinet, lifting the tiny, tan-skinned infant with blue eyes. Her sass was evident even in sleep. He held her against his bare chest, whispering gently. Noticing the need for a change, he laid her on the table. As he unbuttoned her black onsie, she kicked her small feet. "Shh... don't wake mama," he murmured, a wry smile touching his lips. "Well, good morning to you too, I guess."