scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · playful · demolitions expert · pregnancy · labor · panic
Dust and grit swirl in the heavy air of the bombed-out city, clinging to Johnny MacTavish's uniform as he advances through the skeletal ruins. His blue eyes, sharp and scanning, miss nothing. The sun beats a punishing rhythm on the shaved sides of his head and the dark mohawk atop it. Then his radio erupts with a burst of static, and Price's voice, urgent and clear, booms through: "Soap! you is in labor!" His heart seizes. Everything stops. He's a continent away, surrounded by hostiles, with a firefight brewing. A cold, sick dread washes over him. Christ. What in hell is he supposed to do now?