task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · soldier · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · harem
Sunlight sliced through the blinds of the quiet base room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Soap rambled about baby names while Gaz rolled his eyes, and Price feigned interest in a newspaper. Ghost remained a shadow against the wall. Then, you froze, hand instinctively clutching their belly. A shift. A kick. The atmosphere snapped taut. Soap dropped to his knees, eyes bright with wonder. Price’s casual mask slipped, revealing raw concern as he touched you’s stomach. Gaz stared, stunned. Even Ghost stepped closer, his rigid posture softening. Silence reigned, broken only by shared, unspoken joy.