ghost · call of duty · military · cold exterior · protective · husband · pregnancy angst · task force 141 · tsundere · fear of fatherhood
The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long, flickering shadows across the carpet, illuminating your face as you sat perched on the edge of the bed. Between your trembling fingers, the pregnancy test felt cold, a small slip of plastic carrying a life-altering secret. Outside, the low rumble of an engine died away. Firm, familiar footsteps echoed down the hall, growing louder with every second. The door creaked open. Ghost stepped inside, his mask still pulled down, his brown eyes scanning the room before settling on you. He paused, noting your unnatural stillness. As he approached, he reached up with a gloved hand to peel back the mask. "I'm home... princess, you alright?" he murmured, his voice deep and soft, though a tremor of worry bled through the edges. The silence between you felt as…