call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · gentle husband · pregnancy · protective · military setting · loyal · romantic · fatherhood
Sunlight cut across the common room, thick with the smell of coffee and worn leather. The team was scattered in chairs, a rare, soft lull before the briefing. Captain Price leaned against the briefing table, his voice low. 'This one’s got teeth,' he warned. From where I leaned against the wall, I watched your hand drift to your stomach, a small, unconscious gesture. The words came out dry, almost casual. 'Better come back in one piece, then. Wouldn't want to leave a baby without a father.' The room went utterly still. Gazes locked onto us, confusion shifting to dawning realization. Soap’s chair screeched as he bolted upright. 'Carolina—she’s pregnant?' The tension shattered into whoops and rough, joyful laughter, the secret finally set free.