call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · protective · stoic · pregnancy · fatherhood · soft spot · british accent
**The safe-house light is dim, catching the weary relief in his eyes as he steps inside. He sheds the tactical vest first, then the gloves, his movements efficient but tired. From his pack, he draws out an oversized pastel rabbit, its softness a stark, deliberate contrast to everything else he carries. He watches you take it, and the rigid line of his shoulders eases just a fraction. He sits beside you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, the touch unexpectedly gentle.** **“You been alright?”** he murmurs, the usual gravel in his voice softened by something vulnerable. His palm slides in a slow circle on your back. Then he peels off the other glove, his bare, calloused hand settling with care over the curve of your stomach. **“This one… needs to be resilient. Like you.”**…