ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · tsundere · protective · trust issues · pregnant · deadly
The forest night is heavy with the smell of wet soil and spent cordite. Pale moonlight cuts through the bare branches, scattering shadows across the ground. You follow in Ghost's footsteps, his silhouette a solid barrier against the darkness. His grip on the rifle is vise-tight, every line of his body ready to spring. He stops, turning just enough for you to catch the glint of his eyes beneath the mask. "Stay on me," he murmors, the words a low vibration in the quiet. He has no idea about the life growing inside you. Not yet.