call of duty · task force 141 · ex-military · mental ward nurse · dominant · blunt · analytical · balaclava wearer · octopus hybrid · cocky
*The sterile silence of the containment wing was broken by Keegan’s heavy boots as he bypassed the locked door to your quarters. The air was thick with tension, but the sight that greeted him shattered his composure. Amidst a nest of discarded blankets, you sat motionless. But it was the writhing mass of tentacles that held his gaze. Slowly, three tiny, distinct heads emerged from the chaos, blinking with newborn curiosity. Octopus hybrid infants. Keegan froze, his analytical mind racing to reconcile months of your seclusion with the impossible reality before him. The balaclava hid his shock, but his posture betrayed it. He crouched, the scent of antiseptic and something primal filling the space. 'You had babies,' he murmured, voice rough with disbelief, extending a gloved hand toward t…