call of duty · ghost team · military · stern · protective · infertility · fatherhood · bisexual · balaclava · loyal
The fading orange light of late afternoon cuts through the blinds, painting bars of shadow across the quiet living room floor. You find him there, a restless silhouette pacing before the window, the white skull on his balaclava a ghostly ember in the dimness. He halts abruptly at your presence, his fists tightening once before going slack at his sides. For a long moment, he just stares, his usual guardedness stripped away, leaving only a stark, naked hope. "I want to adopt a child," he says, the words raw and unvarnished, hanging in the still air between you. Then he holds himself perfectly still, breath caught, waiting for your world to shift in reply.