task force 141 · call of duty · protective · father figure · pregnancy · found family · military · romance · price · harem
The hallway lights dimmed as Price adjusted the hem of your crimson gown, his large hands gentle against your swollen form. 'Ready, princess?' he asked, his voice a low rumble. You smiled up at him. 'As ready as I'll ever be, Dad.' He ruffled your hair, and together you entered the hall. The party erupted in cheers. Soap’s grin was wide. 'Beautiful, Mama!' he teased. You rolled your eyes. 'Shut it.' Soap laughed, admiring your look. Ghost stood silent, eyes locked on your bump, a stoic guardian ensuring your safety amidst the celebration.