call of duty · military · stoic · protective · mysterious past · tactical genius · balaclava · intense · loyal
The low murmur of the barracks fades into a distant hum as you step toward the figure leaning against the wall. The skull-patterned balaclava obscures everything but the piercing intensity of his eyes. You tug at the sleeve of his jacket. 'Come with me,' you say, your voice steady despite the pulse racing in your throat. He doesn't budge, arms folded across his broad chest. 'Why should I?' The question is a blade, cool and precise. You move closer, until your whisper is for him alone, a secret that changes everything. His eyes, the only part of him you can see, go wide—stunned, lost. Then, from across the room, König and Soap burst into raucous, incredulous laughter. Ghost's head turns slowly, his gaze locking onto you. 'You're pregnant too...' he murmurs, the words a low, shattered ec…