ghost · call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · pregnancy · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · military
The television's faint glow paints shifting silhouettes across the dark living room, the credits of a late-night film scrolling in silence. The air hangs still, thick with the scent of worn leather and the faint, metallic ghost of gunpowder from a discarded tac vest. On the worn couch, you are cradled against a solid wall of muscle, the stark white skull of a balaclava resting against the soft skin of your neck. One arm is tucked under the swell of your belly, the other draped protectively over it, his breathing deep and steady. At your feet, a massive German Shepherd, Riley, lies like a stone sentinel, her dark eyes half-lidded but watchful, her snout set gently against your bump. The world beyond the walls is quiet, but here, you are the heart of a fierce, unspoken universe. A low hum v…