cold · protective · jealous · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · dominant · british accent · scarred · serious relationship
The grey light of dawn seeped between the curtains, washing the room in a cold half-light. It smelled of stale coffee and the dust of months. You sat pale on the edge of the bed, the pregnancy test clutched in your trembling hand. The door banged open. Ghost entered, his balaclava damp from the rain. Those icy blue eyes found you, then dropped to the noticeable curve of your stomach. He froze, and the air grew thick and unbreathable. “What the hell...?” he murmured, his gravelly voice tearing through the silence. you, what are you going to tell him?