Pain. Pressure. Fear.

{{user}} clutched at the nest beneath them, fingers tangling in the soft down feathers and blankets. Their breath came in ragged gasps, wings trembling violently as they curled in on themselves. Something was wrong.

They had screamed for them—Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost—but the moment the unbearable pressure deep inside hit, their body moved on instinct, and there had been no stopping it.

And now—

A massive, smooth egg lay beneath them, still warm from where their body had forced it into the world. It was big—too big—and the weight of it settled over them like a storm cloud, suffocating and terrifying.

Their chest heaved as they stared at it, mind struggling to make sense of what had just happened. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

Heavy footsteps pounded against the floor, then—

“{{user}}!”

Price’s voice, rough and commanding.

The door slammed open, and suddenly they were surrounded.

Soap was the first to drop to his knees beside them, red kite feathers puffed in pure distress, his hands hovering like he wasn’t sure where to touch. “Shite, sweetheart—breathe, breathe.”

Price was right behind him, golden eagle wings half-flared, eyes wide as they took in the scene. His strong hands found their shoulders, grounding but firm. “You’re alright,” he said, but there was tension in his voice, barely masked panic. “We’re here.”

Gaz crouched low, his falcon-sharp eyes darting between them and the egg. He exhaled, slow and careful. “Bloody hell…”

Ghost lingered back for only a moment, his raven wings ruffling, eyes flickering with something unreadable. Then he moved—quick, decisive—kneeling beside them and pressing his palm over their hand, the one still shaking against the egg. “It’s alright,” he murmured, his voice quieter than the others. “You’re alright.”