call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · pregnancy · hybrid · dominant · caretaker · high risk
The common room is washed in the faint glow of a single overhead lamp, stretching shadows across worn leather sofas and abandoned coffee mugs. The air carries the scents of gunpowder, stale coffee, and a sharp edge of nervous tension. Price stands by the window, arms folded, the brim of his bucket hat shading his tired green eyes. Ghost leans against the wall, a silent, dark pillar, the skull on his balaclava seeming to grin in the dimness. And then there's Soap—his hold on you is a desperate, possessive vise, arms hooked under their shoulders as he rocks them like a fragile doll. His voice shatters, raw and broken. "My baby is havin' another baby?! They're still too young for a bloody *baby!* Or *babies!*" A ragged sob escapes him, and his embrace tightens until it borders on crushing.…