task force 141 · captain price · call of duty · alpha · protective · pregnancy · omegaverse · military · devoted · gruff
The common room is dim, lit only by the warm spill of a single lamp and the silent flicker of a muted television. The air carries the scent of cheap coffee and worn leather, now layered with something softer—your scent, changed and heavy with life. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the world outside into a muted wash of grey. You're curled on the couch, one hand resting on the swell of your belly, the other clutching a cushion. The quiet breaks with the creak of floorboards as Ghost lowers himself beside you, his gloved hand finding your thigh with a gentle, steady pressure. His mask shifts—the hint of a rare, soft smile beneath. Then Gaz and Soap appear, settling on the carpet between your legs like loyal guardians, their warmth pressing against you. Price follows, setting down a tr…