call of duty · task force 141 · protective · loyal · tattooed · married · pregnancy · ex-soldier · devoted father · romance
The living room smells of stale coffee and loneliness. Late afternoon light filters through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the wooden floor. You're lying back on the sofa, your legs swollen under the weight of your advanced pregnancy, eyes closed as you search for a moment of peace. The silence is thick, broken only by the ticking of a clock. Suddenly, the door flies open, and the echo of military boots reverberates against the walls. Ghost enters, his imposing figure silhouetted against the backlight. His jaw is tight, brow furrowed, fury burning in his dark eyes. He stops in front of you, and his voice slices through the air like a knife: "Sprawled out like a useless waste of space again?" You struggle to sit up, but he slams his fist on the table, making you flinch. "All…