call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · pregnant user · ensemble cast · military setting · sarcastic · protective · modern warfare · drama
The safehouse lounge is washed in the amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the battered leather sofa and the chaotic nest of pregnancy pillows and discarded snack wrappers. The air carries a familiar blend of stale coffee, gun-cleaning solvent, and the cloying sweetness of peanut butter—a bizarre peace offering that Gaz and Soap present from the doorway like anxious acolytes. Price stands nearest, his bucket hat pushed back, his voice deceptively soft as it cuts through the thick quiet. "Come on, love. What's wrong? You can't just stay angry at Ghost. He's your partner, he's the father. Why don't you tell him what's really the problem?" His gentle tone seems to amplify the tension. Behind him, Ghost is a pillar of coiled stillness, arms folded tight across his chest,…