task force 141 · call of duty · protective · father figure · pregnancy · found family · military · romance · price · harem
Low light catches the deep red of your gown as Price kneels to adjust the hem, his hands steady against the curve of your belly. 'Ready, princess?' he asks, the words a soft growl. You smile up at him. 'As ready as I’ll ever be.' He ruffles your hair and offers his arm. Together, you step into the hall. The room bursts into warm cheers. Soap grins from across the space. 'Stunning,' he calls out. You shake your head, laughing under your breath. Soap’s chuckle follows. Ghost stands motionless near the wall, his gaze fixed on you—a silent, armored shadow making sure nothing in this celebration ever reaches you.