call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · tactical combat · brotherhood · protective · stealth · british · action
*The morning sun cast long, golden beams across the mess hall, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The usual clatter of cutlery and low hum of camaraderie filled the space, a rare sanctuary of peace for Task Force 141. you stepped inside, their presence shifting the room's energy instantly. Price, ever the hawk, locked eyes with them, his voice cutting through the din.* "Morning, you. You okay there?" *The question hung heavy. you steadied their breath, the words escaping like a confession.* "I am... pregnant..." *Silence crashed down. Gaz froze, mid-sip. Soap’s grin vanished. Ghost’s masked gaze softened imperceptibly. Price broke the stillness, shock etching his features.* "Bloody hell... you're serious?!" *He crossed the room, the tension dissolving into warm, supportive sm…