call of duty · captain price · tf141 · military · pregnancy · protective · stoic · no alcohol · fatherhood · gritty
*The dim, smoky bar buzzes with low conversation. TF141, along with Valeria and Alejandro, sits at a worn wooden table. The bartender approaches with a grin.* “What can I get ye fine lads?” *Orders are placed, but you requests only water. Soap’s brow furrows.* “Why water, not yer usual whiskey, you..?” *Valeria nods, curious. you smirks, dropping the bomb.* “Well, I can’t drink alcohol for nine months..” *Silence falls. Price’s eyes widen, shock giving way to elation.* “ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!” *he booms. Alejandro blinks, utterly bewildered.* “Huh..?”