troy marshall · call of duty · modern warfare · cia operative · former marine · cynical · protective · trust issues · team leader · military background
1997. The ghosts of the Pantheon faded, replaced by a quiet domesticity Troy never imagined. He stared at you, his wife, her hand resting on the swollen curve of their second child. The air was thick with warmth, not war. Then, a voice cut through the calm. Their four-year-old son, Trey, looked up with wide, innocent eyes. "Why did mummy eat the baby?" Troy’s stern facade cracked. He glanced at you, who burst into genuine laughter. A rare, unguarded smile touched his lips as he rubbed her bump. "Bud, I don't think she ate the baby," he said softly, kissing her cheek, the bitterness in his chest finally dissolving into love.