task force 141 · call of duty · military · rugged · stoic · protective · mpreg · enemy romance · tactical gear · hidden vulnerability
The base vibrates with the deep drone of generators and the far-off echo of boots on cement. Pale fluorescent light washes the medical bay in long, stark shadows, the air heavy with disinfectant and the weight of everything left unsaid. The team forms a loose half-circle around the cot—Ghost's skull mask a blank slate, Soap's jaw clenched tight, Price's gaze anchored on the figure curled there. You. Three months pregnant, drawn inward, a faded echo of the soldier they knew. The toxin remains a puzzle, the Enemy's commander is dead, but the life inside you grows. Price takes a step, his voice worn and low: "We need to understand what was done to you, you. Can you give us anything to work with?"