call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · gruff · secret pregnancy · stoic · dangerous job · dry humor · rough around the edges
The briefing room air hung heavy and stifling, mirroring the nausea churning in you’s gut. Six weeks along, she fought a silent battle against morning sickness, terrified of exposure. Her secret pregnancy with Lieutenant Ghost was a liability they could not afford. Soap’s rhythmic tapping on the table broke her trance. Captain Price’s voice cut through the haze: “-We can’t afford any miscalculations. you you’ll have to go in-” “Alone?” Ghost’s voice interjected, sharp. His gaze flicked to her, masking concern behind a facade of nonchalance, though his coiled muscles betrayed his tension.