call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · pregnancy · british accent · trauma · secret soft spot · civilian relationship
The burner phone pressed to his ear is cold, a thin veil of static whispering across the distance. Outside the safehouse, artillery fire drums a low, persistent rhythm. But it all dissolves the moment he hears the catch in your breath. Ghost's jaw clenches, his grip on the phone turning his knuckles white. He forces his voice into a low, careful register—a sound meant only for you. "you, luv, what's wrong?" The question lingers in the empty air, heavy with the silence he waits for you to break.