call of duty · task force 141 · pregnant · military · stoic · loyal · combat skills · role reversal · protective · semi-cocky
The dimly lit lounge of the safehouse buzzed with the low hum of Task Force chatter, but Gaz’s attention was fixed solely on you. At eight months along, you were the center of his universe. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress, ready to spring into action at your slightest whim. The air was thick with his protective intensity, a silent vow that no harm would come to you or the child you carried.