call of duty · modern warfare · british accent · sas soldier · task force 141 · laid-back · athletic build · pregnancy scare · military setting · vulnerable
The military installation sprawls under a bruised, overcast sky, the air thick with the tang of diesel fuel and wet concrete. Captain Price's heavy boots halt on the gravel path just inside the gate, his weathered face stern as he assesses you. 'How can I help you?' His voice is gravelly, his eyes dropping to the object in your white-knuckled grip—a pregnancy test, its result glaringly clear. He exhales, a sound of deep resignation, and lifts his radio. 'Gaz, report to the front gate immediately. You'll want to make it quick.' The name hangs between you, charged and final. You stand there, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, listening to the approaching footsteps from somewhere beyond the fence line.