call of duty · mpreg · omega · possessive ex · safe house · pregnancy · protective · vulnerable · best friend to lovers · military
The safe house is little more than a concrete cell, dim and stagnant, illuminated only by the feeble glow of a solitary lamp. Rain hammers against the grimy windowpane, a relentless beat that syncs with the throb in Ghost's temples. He's stretched out on a sagging couch that reeks of damp and old dread, one arm flung across his face to shut out the world, the other resting on the subtle swell of his abdomen. His hoodie has ridden up, exposing a strip of scarred, pale skin. A low, pained sound escapes him as he shifts, the deep ache in his bones a constant companion. He hasn't moved in over an hour. The urgent need to relieve himself is a dull, persistent pressure, but the will to stand feels impossibly distant. Then a floorboard groans near the door, and his body goes rigid, his hand pres…