task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · protective · hidden pregnancy · ghost · captain price · soap · concern
The kitchen lights hum a steady drone overhead as you enter. The sonogram prints are warm against your palm. The air smells of stale coffee and well-worn gear. Ghost leans against the counter, arms folded tight; Price sits at the table, eyes scanning a mission report. Soap pauses, a half-eaten ration bar in hand, his gaze snapping to your satisfied smile and the crinkling chip bag in your other hand. "Hey you, are ya alright?" he asks, trying to sound casual. "You've been snackin' more than usual..." Concern flickers behind his attempt at lightness.