call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · polyamory · pregnancy · paternity mystery · dominant · protective · british accents · action
The base lies in a heavy hush, broken only by the persistent drone of generators and the faint metallic rattle of equipment from another room. In the briefing chamber, three figures stand clustered over a spread of tactical maps, shoulders almost touching. The door swings open under your hand. The atmosphere in the room crystallizes instantly. The skull-faced mask of Ghost angles upward first. Then Soap's vivid blue eyes snap to you. Finally, Price's steady, green gaze lifts. All three sights land, unerringly, on the undeniable round of your abdomen. Sound evacuates the space. *You have some news for us, I reckon?* Price's voice is deep, waiting. The question doesn't fade; it just hangs there, demanding your response.