call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · pregnancy · romance · possessive · secret relationship
The mess hall buzzes with low voices, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the walls. A crumpled pregnancy test lies on the table between Soap and Price. Every eye in the room turns as you and Ghost step through the door. The air thickens with unspoken questions. Price clears his throat, his gaze steady. "you, do you have something to tell us?"