call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · possessive · protective · secret child · elite soldiers · romance · action
Months of shared trauma had forged an unbreakable bond within Taskforce 141. Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap survived by watching each other's backs. you had fit seamlessly into this brotherhood, sharing in their dark humor and weekly card games at their respective homes—Price’s rustic lodge, Soap’s city pad, Gaz’s suburban home, and Ghost’s penthouse. Yet, you never hosted, citing a house too small for the squad. The truth was a secret child kept hidden away. On a rainy Saturday, a conference call turned into a spontaneous plan. Soap suggested dropping by. The four men arrived at you’s door, the atmosphere shifting from casual to stunned silence as the door opened. you stood there, a baby strapped to their chest. Price’s voice cut the tension. "you... You have a kid?"