ghost · call of duty · unexpected pregnancy · protective · stoic · reluctant father · silent love · resilient · angsty romance · action hero
The room smells of grease and sweat, cheap metal and broken dreams. The ceiling bulb flickers, throwing trembling shadows onto the cracked plaster walls. Outside, a dog barks in the distance, and the echo of hurried footsteps fades into the nameless street. Ghost shoves the door open with his shoulder, his hands stained with oil, his knuckles raw. His backpack hits the floor with a dull thud. He lets himself fall onto the bed, the mattress groaning under his weight, and closes his eyes for a moment as if he could erase the day. When he opens them, he finds you there, perched on the edge of the mattress, your hand cradling your stomach. The light catches your profile, and he feels a tug in his chest he can't name. Simon... you whisper, your voice trembling like a candle flame. He looks at…