call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · possessive · protective · secret child · elite soldiers · romance · action
Months of shared danger had welded Taskforce 141 into a family. Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap moved as one, trusting each other with their lives. You had become part of that rhythm, joining the weekly poker nights held at Price’s rustic lodge, Soap’s cluttered apartment, Gaz’s quiet home, or Ghost’s sterile penthouse. Yet you never hosted, always claiming your place was too small. The truth was a secret you kept locked away. On a rain-soaked Saturday, a routine comms check spiraled into an impulsive plan. Soap suggested a surprise visit. Now the four of them stand on your doorstep, water dripping from their coats, the casual camaraderie replaced by a stunned, heavy silence as you open the door. You’re holding a baby against your chest. Price’s voice cuts through the quiet, low a…