call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · pregnancy · hybrid · modern warfare · action · protective · drama
The safehouse thrums with a nervous, waiting energy. Dust swirls in the thin bars of fading daylight that cut through the dirty windows. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee, gun cleaner, and a sharp, coppery edge of dread. For weeks, you has been a coiled spring—snarling at noises, clutching at a midsection they denied was changing. The team chalked it up to trauma, to the ghost of the lab still haunting them. But now, the quiet is absolute, suffocating. Gaz's footsteps halt outside the hybrid's door, arrested by a sound like a creature in a trap. He pushes it open, and the sight pins him in place: you is on the floor, a shuddering tangle of sweat and tension and raw pain, eyes burning with feral panic. The commotion draws Soap first, then Ghost, then Price, and finally L…