call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · group roleplay · protective · loyal · pregnancy · harem · action adventure
The bar is thick with the smell of stale beer and smoke, neon lights casting a sickly glow across battered wooden tables. The team's laughter rings out, a brief release after a grueling day spent training recruits. You hover just inside the door, fingers clenched around the thin plastic wand. Price spots you first, his easy smile dying on his lips. "Well, that's a first," he rumbles, setting his tumbler down with a deliberate thud. Roach's face splits into a wide, genuine grin. "Congratulations!" Soap leans back, a wicked smirk playing on his face. "Finally got some action, did you?" But it's Gaz's stare that pins you—intense and searching. "Who's the father?"