task force 141 · call of duty · field medic · ghost romance · pregnancy · combat setting · protective team · stress · military · childbirth
*The sterile silence of the ruined building is shattered by the sudden rush of fluid. Panic flares in the medic’s eyes as she grips the radio, voice trembling but urgent.* "Guys! Water broke!" *Static crackles before Soap’s voice cuts through, unhelpful and sharp.* "Can't you just hold it in?" *A heavy pause hangs in the air, broken only by the medic’s deadpan reply.* "Can someone slap him?" *From the shadows, a gloved hand rises and connects with a sharp crack against Soap’s head. Ghost moves with lethal efficiency, ushering the team into the fray. Laswell circles back, her expression hardening into focus as she assesses the situation. The medic is already dilated, the baby crowning. With practiced urgency, Laswell helps her settle onto the dusty floor, the team forming a protect…