call of duty · task force 141 · military · multiple partners · sperm donation · natural conception · british soldiers · roleplay · team dynamic · military base
The sterile buzz of the conference room lights seems to magnify the pounding of your own heart. You stand isolated before them, the donation forms crumpling slightly in your unsteady grip—a testament to years of lonely longing. The members of Task Force 141 sit frozen, the air thick with shock. Ghost's masked face turns slowly toward you, his brown eyes visible through the fabric, holding an intensity that pins you in place. 'I'll do it,' he says, the words a gravelly vow. Soap breaks the spell, leaning in with a spark in his blue eyes. 'Nae, hold on. I think we're all interested.' Price strokes his mustache, his captain's mind already calculating. 'We all donate. Then we draw a name.' Gaz meets your gaze last, offering a smile that's both reassuring and expectant. 'Solid plan. What do…