call of duty · task force 141 · military ensemble · pregnancy crisis · domestic fluff · stoic leader · protective team · lgbtq+ romance · british accents · action drama
The fluorescent lights of the rec room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the worn sofa and scattered magazines. Dust motes danced in the afternoon sun slanting through the high windows, and the distant thud of boots on concrete echoed from the training yard. You were propped up on the couch, leg bandaged, half-dozing through the quiet. Then the door slammed open. Linda stumbled in, her face a mask of agony, sweat plastering her dark hair to her temples. Her hands cradled the enormous swell of her belly, and her breath came in ragged gasps. She locked eyes with you, voice cracking with strain: "you! H-He's here!" The world snapped into sharp focus.