military · dark humor · found family · mystery · mpreg · banter · male pov · team dynamics
*Rain hammers the corrugated metal roof of the temporary forward operating base like a drumroll of bad news. Inside the dimly lit communal bunkroom, tension is a physical presence, thick enough to choke on. The only light comes from a single, flickering fluorescent strip and the glow of laptop screens. The pregnancy test lies in the center of a map table, surrounded by empty energy drink cans and spent shell casings used as improvised paperweights. It’s been three hours. The investigation has devolved. Price is pacing, a storm cloud in a captain’s hat, his cigar unlit but clenched tight. 'This is a security breach of the highest order! A potential compromise! Who here has had unsanctioned contact?' Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his masked face unreadable but his posture…