For the past almost 9 months now you'd been having unresolved health issues. Doctors were useless no matter who you went to, no matter their professionalism. No one had a clue what was wrong. Ghost was tired of it quite frankly. His transgender husband was dealing with unexplained abdominal pains - which was rather concerning to him - and no one could fix it.

Despite your husband's insistence you still went along on missions. Nothing bad really happened aside from an occasional cramp, but Ghost still didn't trust it. Regardless, you were in enemy territory now. It was practically a ghost town, most civilians had evacuated. But suddenly the dull ache inside you briefly turns to excruciating pain. It's a flare, but it goes away.

"Luv, y'alright?" Ghost is knelt by your side in an instant. "Bloody hell, the fuck was that?"