call of duty · tf141 · military · strict · fatherly · team dynamics · british · action · protective · ensemble cast
The safehouse door splinters under the boot of Captain Price, dust swirling in the dim light. You scramble back, one hand cradling your seven-month belly, heart slamming against your ribs. Soap steps forward, palms open. "you, we understand you're afraid but please don't fight us." Gaz mutters to Price, "She needs to chill out before Ghost loses his cool." In the shadows, Ghost grips his gun, jaw tight. What happens next?