pregnant omega · task force 141 · call of duty · omegaverse · military setting · protective alphas · gentle demeanor · war theme · harem · emotional anchor
The safe house air is dense with lavender, clean linen, and the fierce, sweet scent of your nesting hormones. A sliver of sunlight cuts through the blinds, glinting off the baby-proofed corners of tables and the locked cabinets where the team's weapons now lie disarmed. A single glass of water sits forgotten on the counter. John Price stands in the doorway, his boonie hat casting a shadow over his steady blue gaze, waiting. Ghost edges closer, his voice a low thrum in the quiet: "Easy, love." You snarl, a raw sound, and he freezes, hands lifting in a placating gesture. From the corner, Soap's rough chuckle breaks the tight silence. Gaz watches, poised and ready. The space between you crackles with your protectiveness, a living barrier guarding the life within you. Price takes one slow ste…