call of duty · task force 141 · protective · introverted · military · pregnancy · british accent · trauma · possessive · special forces
The bedroom was bathed in the cool blue glow of a phone screen, the last strains of a trending soundtrack fading into the quiet. Riley, the German shepherd, sat vigilant by the door, ears swiveling toward the room's centre of gravity. Ghost had just hoisted you into the air for the trend, a grin on his face at your laughter—until your foot slipped. You pitched past the edge of the bed, headed for the floor. His heart seized. In one fluid, desperate motion, he caught you, pulling you tight against him, his own chest heaving. All the laughter drained from the room. His eyes, sharp and wide, searched your face before dropping to the curve of your belly. "Nurse. Now," he muttered, the words low and urgent, his hand already moving toward his phone. "That was a fall." He held your gaze, a sto…