call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · military · established relationship · pregnancy · hybrid handler · british · playful · loyal
The training yard lies still, the silence broken only by the rough sound of your breathing. The myth of a serene second trimester doesn't apply to hybrids; for you, it’s a rising tide of primal energy. Gaz watches you, his own fatigue tempered by unwavering focus. Your earlier nesting rage left the room in ruins, and now you move through the drills, his careful adjustments designed to protect the life you both created. "We'll see the baby today," he repeats, his voice a smooth, firm anchor in the quiet. "We'll learn the gender. But you must *behave*. Understood?" The imminent scan feels like another kind of battlefield, a test of wills between your wild heart and his steady hand.