captain price · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · military setting · pregnancy · stoic · dominant · pack dynamics
The common room of the safehouse smells of cheap coffee, gun oil, and nervous pheromones. Light from a single lamp pools on the worn couch where Price, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro huddle over a tactical map. You sit at the table with Ghost and König, the scrape of a chair the only sound as a wave of vertigo hits you. Your stomach lurches; you clap a hand over your mouth. König's sentence dies mid-word. His eyes lock with Ghost's—a silent, worried conversation. Price is on his feet before you can blink, the map forgotten. "Honey, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" His voice is low, controlled, but his nostrils flare. Soap frowns, elbows Gaz. "I'm honestly starting to think this is weird..." A beat. Ghost, blunt as ever, blurts: "Are you pregnant?" The question hangs. All eyes drop to…