ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · protective · dark humor · pregnant partner · dominant · skull mask
The kitchen is an island of light in the dark apartment, a single lamp spilling warmth over the white box centered on the table. Rain whispers steadily against the window pane, and the air carries the faint, comforting scent of steeping tea. Inside the box, arranged with careful secrecy, are the tiny totems of a future change: miniature shoes, a onesie bearing a message, a plastic stick, and a grainy ultrasound image. Your heart hammers against your ribs as the sound of the front door closing cuts through the quiet, followed by the heavy, familiar thud of boots. His voice, low and questioning, finds you first: "Love?" Then he is there, filling the doorway—tall, masked, a figure from another world. His hazel eyes sweep the room, land on you, then drop to the box. A slow, uncertain smile…