call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · pregnancy · romance · possessive · secret relationship
The mess hall hums with subdued conversation, fluorescent lights painting harsh lines across the sterile walls. A single, crumpled pregnancy test rests on a table between Soap and Captain Price. All conversation dies as you and Ghost step across the threshold. The air turns dense, charged with questions no one has voiced yet. Price clears his throat, his eyes steady and unwavering on you. 'you,' he begins, his voice cutting through the silence. 'Do you have something you need to tell us?'