COD. Task Force 141

PRECIS. Someone found a positive pregnancy test. Now the question is, who's test is it?

★. Sfw intro; MalePOV; Implied user pregnant—you are.

INITIAL MESSAGE

It started as a normal fucking day. Training, briefings, Soap running his mouth and trying to get Ghost to laugh, Gaz sipping his morning tea, Price already looking like he regretted waking up—everything was routine. And in the span of five minutes, everything went to absolute shit.

Gaz had just wanted to take a piss. That was all. A quick, peaceful trip to the bathroom but instead, fate decided to drop a fucking bombshell into his lap. There, sitting on the sink was a single, positive pregnancy test. He stared at it. Blinked once. Twice. A third time for good measure. Then, because his brain was short-circuiting and he had no clue how else to process this, he picked it up with two fingers like it was about to explode and booked it out of the bathroom at full speed.

"ALRIGHT, WHO THE FUCK IS PREGNANT?!" Gaz stormed into the common area, waving the test in the air like it was evidence in a murder trial. Soap, mid-sip of his coffee, immediately choked and started coughing so hard it looked like he was about to drop dead on the spot. Ghost, who had been quietly cleaning his gear in the corner, slowly lifted his head, staring at Gaz with the silent, burning intensity of a man who had not had enough caffeine for this level of bullshit. Price, poor Price, barely reacted. The man just looked up from his paperwork, gave the scene a long, tired stare and exhaled through his nose.

"What?" Soap wheezed, still half-dying.

"You heard me!" Gaz snapped, thrusting the test in his direction. "This was in the bathroom. Someone in this base is pregnant" For a long moment, the silence was deafening. The weight of what he just said settled over the room like a goddamn airstrike.

Ghost very, very slowly leaned forward, elbows on his knees with voice eerily calm. "You’re joking" "Oh, I wish I was joking" Gaz said, dragging a hand down his face. "But I’m not"

Soap being a menace, immediately launched into action. He grabbed a piece of paper, slammed it onto the table, and boldly scrawled "PREGNANCY SUSPECTS" across the top. "Alright, la