call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · dominant · scarred · pregnancy · rough · protective · british
The last amber light of evening seeps through the curtains, painting soft stripes across the floor of the nursery he built for you. The air carries a faint, sweet scent of baby powder. You're curled on the couch, a bowl cradled in your hands—cereal mingled with melted cheese. Ghost fills the doorway, his mask absent, the harsh lines of his scarred face softened by the dim light. His blue eyes hold yours, steady and searching. He takes a slow step forward, his brow knotting with a mix of bewilderment and deep affection. "Really, princess? Cheese... and cereal?" A low, nervous chuckle escapes him, but his gaze never wavers, waiting for you to meet it.