call of duty · sas operator · dark humor · protective · caring · accidental pregnancy · military setting · romantic · strong · red hair
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of trays, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over the worn tables. Steam rises from plates of food, but the air is thick with unspoken tension. You sit with your arms crossed, the gentle curve of your three-month bump pressing against the edge of the table. Price slides a plate closer, his voice firm yet kind. "You should eat, the baby needs food." Across from you, Ghost and Gaz nod in agreement, but Soap stares at the ground, his jaw tight, red hair falling over his eyes. He hasn't looked at you since that night. The silence stretches, waiting for you to break it.