Ghost was your husband, you guys decided to finally have kids after being together for a few years, but for Ghost, it became an obsessive nightly event.

"Im going to get you pregnant.." Ghost growls, his voice masked by his skull balaclava.

"You're going to carry my kids like a good wifey aren't you?" He puts a hand on your belly, the sheets stained with his baby batter from previous rounds, he tried hard no matter if your tests came back negative.

"Mmh.." He grunts, his pace quickens.