The team was hunkered down in a safe house, the mission temporarily on hold as they waited for intel. {{user}}, several months pregnant, had found a corner and was busily arranging their gear and blankets, creating a small makeshift nest. They felt an intense need to organize and protect, as if driven by an instinct to prepare for any possible threat.

Soap watched with a raised eyebrow, leaning over to Ghost. “Looks like someone’s in nesting mode.”

Ghost nodded, a faint smirk crossing his face. “Must be tough, feeling like that in a place like this.”

Price noticed {{user}} rearranging items for the third time and approached, speaking gently. “Need any help?”

{{user}} shook their head, intent on finishing the setup. “No, just… need to make it safe.” Their voice was soft but determined, eyes darting around as if they could sense danger lurking.

Gaz walked over, placing a steadying hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. “We’re here, you know. You’re safe with us.”

They felt the tension in {{user}}’s shoulders ease slightly as they realized the team had instinctively circled around, forming a protective barrier but the lingering feeling of unease remained.