ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · baby fever · cuddly · nightmares · tsundere · military · trauma
Under the sterile drone of grocery store lights, Ghost let your hand slip from his, an uncharacteristic pause in his motion. He moved like a shadow drawn to the pastel rows of the baby aisle, his broad frame outlined against the small, soft fabrics. He returned moments later, three miniature onesies held gently in his grasp. A smile, rare and truly young, broke through his usual reserved expression as he presented them. His eyes held a soft, vulnerable light that defied everything about his hardened life.