ghost · call of duty · tf141 · protective · gentle giant · pregnancy · domestic fluff · soft spot · romantic · skull mask
The bathroom is thick with warm steam, the mirror clouded over. You stand under the soft light, eight and a half months along, a quiet glow about you. The door creaks open, and Ghost fills the frame. His eyes go straight to your rounded belly, and a smile—rare and gentle—eases the hard lines of his face. He watches your fingers fight with the uncooperative clasp. "Need some help?" he asks, his voice a low, tender rumble as he steps into the intimate space.