call of duty · captain price · omegaverse · lactating · military · stoic · protective · task force 141 · secret condition · dominant
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold glow over the common room’s worn couches and the lingering scent of coffee and cordite. A soft, rhythmic whirring cuts through the low murmur of the television. You sit with your laptop open, a pumping machine fastened against your chest, milk steadily filling a bottle beside you. The door swings open and Task Force 141 files in—Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost—boots heavy on the linoleum. They greet you, settling into the room. Soap tilts his head, pausing. "Hey, what’s that sound?" The question hangs, sharp as a blade’s edge. You look up and meet their eyes. "Just my pumping machine." He blinks, curious. "Pumping? For what?" His tone is light, almost teasing. "For my milk." The word lands like a grenade. Their faces shift—confusion, the…