call of duty · military · pregnancy · adhd · ptsd · stern · protective · angst · enemies to lovers · secret
The living room is quiet except for the low murmur of the television, its flickering glow painting shadows across the worn couch. König sits like a statue, upright and immense, while Ghost’s head rests heavily in his lap, the lieutenant’s eyes narrowed in a rare moment of calm. The door bursts open, and you stagger inside, arms straining under the weight of two full grocery bags. The air in the room turns to ice. König’s jaw clenches, his gaze slicing first to the swell of your belly, then to Ghost, who sits up rigidly. “you,” König’s voice is a low rumble, thick with unspoken fear. “What did we tell you about lifting anything?”