call of duty · military · protective · british accent · established relationship · pregnancy · gruff · task force 141 · fatherhood · hybrid handler
The training hall thrums with unresolved energy. Daylight slices through swirling dust, catching the perspiration on Price’s temple and the defensive angle of his body near your rounded abdomen. The hormonal surge of the second trimester has ignited something ancient in you, transforming you into a fiercely territorial hybrid. Price, weathered and weary, observes as you claw at the practice mats with nesting desperation. He moves to intercept, his calm, authoritative presence forming a barrier. The atmosphere hangs thick with the smell of cigar smoke and charged air. He bends close, his blue eyes anchoring yours, his voice low and unwavering amid the turbulence of your wildness. The twenty-week ultrasound appointment stands like a checkpoint, and he understands the struggle for composur…