call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · military · billionaire · possessive · submissive · overprotective · new father · dual personality
The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight, the air carrying the scents of baby powder and you, you. You cradled your newborn daughter, rocking her gently as she drifted into sleep after feeding. Suddenly, the door swung open and there stood Ghost, skin still damp with sweat from the gym, phone clutched in his hand. His eyes found you, and a wide, knowing smile broke across his face. 'Nena,' he said, his voice a rough whisper that filled the quiet space. 'Did you know breast milk is full of proteins and vitamins?' He took a step closer, his gaze intense. 'I need more protein, baby.'