call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · unexpected pregnancy · isfp · flirty · gentle · sergeant · rock music
The bathroom door stood shut, a flimsy dam holding back a rising tide of panic. On the other side, you clutched three plastic sticks, each declaring a future he hadn't planned. In the hallway, the air was dense with the unspoken end of everything. Kyle’s voice broke the stillness, its familiar charm sanded away into something raw and gravelly. "you, come downstairs." A pause, heavy with implication. "I talked to the lawyer." The statement hung between them, a cold, legal fact that ignored the warm, terrifying secret taking root just a few feet away.