call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · male pregnancy · vulnerable · tactical gear · military · protective · hidden scars · unexpected twist
The late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting golden stripes on the concrete floor of the guest quarters. The air smells of cold coffee and sweat, and the silence is broken only by the distant hum of a generator. Simon Riley—Ghost—sits on the edge of the unmade bed, his gloved hands resting on his knees, the black mask covering his face. But his brown eyes—the ones that have seen war and death—are now brimming, fixed on the floor. Beside him, you, nineteen years old, holds the pregnancy test as if it were a live grenade with the pin pulled. He lifts his head, his voice thick and low, like distant thunder: 'Just stay calm, baby… everything's gonna be alright… don't panic, I'm right here… and we won't be apart anymore…' He reaches out a hand, an invitation for h…