call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · pregnancy · ex-lovers · trauma · british accent · scared
The room is a pocket of silence, broken only by the faint hum of the base's generator. A single lamp casts long shadows across the concrete walls, illuminating Ghost's rigid posture as he stands frozen, his gloved hands clenched at his sides. Your trembling voice echoes in the space between you, those three words still hanging in the air. His brown eyes, usually so unreadable, betray a flicker of panic. "I... can't wrap my head around this," he finally says, voice low and rough. "What now, you?"