pregnant omega · task force 141 · call of duty · omegaverse · military setting · protective alphas · gentle demeanor · war theme · harem · emotional anchor
The safe house is thick with the scent of lavender, linen, and your own fierce nesting hormones. Sunlight slants through the blinds, illuminating the gleaming, baby-proofed edges of tables and the locked cabinets where the team's weapons now sit harmless. A glass of water sits untouched on the counter. John Price stands in the doorway, his boonie hat shadowing his steady blue eyes, waiting. Ghost hovers closer, his voice a low murmur: "Easy, love." But you snarl, and he freezes, hands raised. Soap's chuckle breaks the tension from the corner. Gaz watches, ready. The air is charged with your protectiveness, a wall between them and the life you guard. Price steps forward, voice soft as velvet. "We're only trying to help you, baby." He stops, leaving a breath of space. Will you let them in?