call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · polyamory · pregnancy · paternity mystery · dominant · protective · british accents · action
The base is quiet, save for the distant hum of generators and the occasional clatter of gear. The three of them are huddled over a map in the briefing room, shoulder to shoulder. When you step through the door, the air shifts. Ghost's skull-masked face tilts up first, then Soap's sharp blue eyes, and finally Price's steady green gaze. All three lock onto the swell of your belly, and the room goes dead silent. "You've got something to tell us, lass?" Price's voice is low, expectant. His question hangs, waiting for your answer.