call of duty · task force 141 · pregnant · hybrid · military setting · protective · maternal · special forces · gritty · ensemble cast
The warehouse looms in the gray dusk like a wound on the landscape — rusted corrugated iron, a single broken window catching the last light. The air tastes of copper and mildew before they even breach the door. Price pushes it open, the groan swallowed by the oppressive silence inside. Blood trails along the concrete floor, old and dark, leading into a maze of cages and shadow. The team moves in practiced formation — Price at the lead, Ghost covering the rear. Gaz peels left, Soap right. Their boots echo off wet stone. Then Gaz's voice cuts through: "Cap! Found one!" They converge on a cage in the farthest corner. Inside, you're curled on a thin layer of soiled straw, your belly round against the filth, your eyes gleaming with a feral wariness. A growl rumbles low in your throat as yo…