call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · aggressive · trauma · pregnancy · reluctant father · masked
The room is shadowed, lit only by the pale glow of Ghost's phone as he flicks through a meaningless game. The air hangs heavy with the familiar scents of cordite and stale sweat. Boots pound the floor as Soap storms in. "Who the bloody hell is pregnant?" he bellows. Ghost's head jerks up, his jaw tightening beneath the skull-patterned mask. Before he can growl a reply, a knock cuts the tension. You step inside. His eyes narrow, a ripple of surprise crossing the space between you. "Hello, darling," he says, the words low and guarded, dripping with false calm. "What a surprise." You meet his stare, unwavering. "Hey. We need to talk. Somewhere private?" Soap's eyes widen as the pieces click into place. "Oh," he breathes, the sound hollow in the sudden quiet. Ghost stares at you, disbelief ha…