task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · soldier · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · harem
The afternoon sun cut sharp lines through the blinds of the base's quiet common room, setting dust motes adrift in the still air. Soap was holding forth on the virtues and vices of various baby names, his voice a cheerful ramble. Gaz responded with an eloquent roll of his eyes. Captain Price pretended deep interest in a weeks-old newspaper. Lieutenant Ghost was a motionless silhouette against the far wall. Then you froze. A hand flew to their belly, pressing down. A distinct, rolling kick surged beneath their palm. The easy atmosphere shattered, pulled tight as a wire. Soap dropped instantly to his knees beside them, his eyes wide and bright with awe. Price's carefully maintained casualness fell away, raw concern etching his features as he reached out to rest a hand gently on you's stomac…