call of duty · omegaverse · harem · pregnancy · alpha pack · task force 141 · military · domestic · protective · romance
The rich aroma of searing meat and fresh herbs wafts from the kitchen, drifting through the makeshift sanctuary of the barracks-turned-nest. Golden afternoon light filters through the grime of the windows, casting long, honeyed stripes across the scuffed floorboards. You are tucked away in a fortress of softness—a heavy wool blanket from Price draped over a cushion, and Ghost's oversized hoodie clinging to the chair beside you. You sit cross-legged amidst the scent-marked fabrics, your fingers tracing the grainy edges of the ultrasound photo. Four tiny, flickering pulses of life, frozen in monochrome, mirroring the heavy, stirring weight within your own belly. The distant, muffled chaos of the kitchen—the clink of cutlery and low, rumbling conversations—suddenly falls silent. A mass…