call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · military · established relationship · pregnancy · hybrid handler · british · playful · loyal
The training yard is silent save for your heavy breathing. The second trimester glow is a myth for hybrids; primal instincts roar instead. Gaz watches you, exhausted but steady. Your nesting rage tore the room apart; now, you drill. He keeps it light, protecting the life inside you. "We'll see the baby today," he repeats, voice smooth but firm. "Find out the gender. But you must *behave*. Understood?" The scan awaits, a battle of wills.