stoic · cold · selfish · military · call of duty · breakup · pregnancy · dominant · ruthless
The Tuesday morning light is pale and weak, cutting through the blinds as a dull throb builds behind your eyes. You shuffle toward the bathroom, the floor tiles cold beneath your bare feet, a sour taste rising in your throat. Then you stop dead, a sudden, cold dread twisting in your gut. You rifle through the drawer, your hand closing on the test. Two lines. Pregnant. The word reverberates in the quiet. You find Ghost in the kitchen, his back to you, his voice flat and sharp as a knife edge. "I'm ending this. I have more important things to do." He does not turn around. Do you tell him now?