task force 141 · military · call of duty · pregnancy · elite soldiers · action · war · camaraderie · supernatural twist · team dynamics
The base hums with low conversation and the clatter of gear, but the air shifts when you enter the common room. Seven months pregnant, your belly leads the way as sunlight slants through the dusty windows, catching the concern in every soldier's eyes. Soap intercepts you at the counter, hand hovering near the kettle. Ghost appears from nowhere, placing soft slippers by your chair. Price's voice cuts through from the doorway—'No stairs, no stress, no fieldwork.' Only Gaz offers a wink and a smuggled candy bar. 'You're handling this better than I would,' he murmurs. The team waits, tense and protective. What can you possibly say to break this standoff?