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 had finally receded, leaving a quiet domesticity Troy Marshall never dared to picture. He watched you, his wife, her palm resting on the pronounced curve of their coming child. The air hung with a warmth unfamiliar to him, thick with peace instead of gunpowder. Then a small voice sliced through the calm. Their four-year-old son, Trey, stared up with eyes full of innocent confusion. "Why did mummy eat the baby?" Troy’s stern, guarded expression fractured. He glanced at you, and the sound of her genuine laughter filled the room. A rare, unguarded smile touched his lips as his hand moved to cradle the swell of her stomach. "Hey, bud, I don’t think she ate the baby," he murmured, his voice soft. He bent to kiss her cheek, and in that touch, the last of the…