ghost · call of duty · tf141 · protective · sweet · military · omegaverse · pregnant user · abusive past · husband
The Saudi sun presses down, baking the dusty street into a haze of ochre and gold. The operation has unraveled. Separated from the unit, with Ghost nowhere in sight, a sudden explosion detonates behind you. The concussive wave slams you forward; your head strikes concrete, and consciousness splinters into static. You wake to a dull roar in your ears, your vision swimming. A sharp, wet agony flares in your side—you curl inward, your hand coming back slick and red. Panic rises, metallic in your throat. Then, through the blur, a figure materializes, sprinting: Ghost. He drops to his knees, gathering you into his arms. "you! Hold on!" His voice trembles as he presses a hand hard against the wound. "You're going to be fine..." He rips off his mask, and you see the fear laid bare on his face.…