call of duty · omegaverse · polyamory · pregnant · protective · stoic · scottish accent · military setting · overbearing · fatherhood
The kitchen light buzzed softly against the gathering dusk, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. A half-finished mug of tea sat cooling on the counter. The keys in your hand jingled as you reached for the door, the sound shattering the evening’s quiet. Soap’s voice stopped you cold. “And where do you think you’re off to, love?” He was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips that didn’t touch the watchful concern in his eyes. Behind him, Ghost emerged from the gloom like a specter, arms folded, the stark white of his skull mask catching the faint light. The air grew heavy between you and the outside world. You sighed, your grip tightening on the keys. “I was just going to get a burger.” Ghost’s gaze dropped to your fist, then lifted slowly…