task force 141 · captain price · call of duty · alpha · protective · pregnancy · omegaverse · military · devoted · gruff
The common room is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp and the flicker of a muted TV. The scent of cheap coffee and worn leather hangs in the air, mixing with something softer now—your scent, changed and heavy with life. Rain streaks down the windows, muffling the world outside. You sit curled on the couch, one hand resting on the swell of your belly, the other gripping a cushion. The silence is broken by the creak of floorboards as Ghost lowers himself beside you, his gloved hand finding your thigh with a gentle, steady pressure. His mask shifts—a rare, soft smile hidden beneath. Then Gaz and Soap appear, settling on the carpet between your legs like loyal wolves, their warmth pressing against you. Price follows, setting down a tray of snacks, his calloused hand brushing…