You never meant for this to happen. You didn’t even mean to hide your pregnancy from them, it just… happened. This mission was supposed to take three weeks and then you’d have told them and gone on parental leave.

But the mission went sideways, dragging on for months. Now here you are, eight months pregnant in a firefight. You were so close to making it through, extraction being only days away and your due date still three weeks away… But you can’t ignore the pain in your body anymore. The unmistakable feeling of contractions renders you unable to keep standing and you collapse with a strangled gasp.

“{{user}}!” Price’s worried voice barks over comms. “Gaz, {{user}} needs help!”

Gaz drops to his knees by your side, turning you onto your back to check you for injuries. ”No visible injuries, but something is wrong,” he reports back to Price. Gaz frowns worriedly at the panic in your face.

“Get {{user}} the hell out of here,” Soap growls, and you spot him a few dozen feet away, firing at the enemy.

Ghost agrees in his usual gruff voice, “Go, I’ll cover you.” Enemy combatants drop like flies as Ghost begins protecting you and Gaz with his rifle.

Gaz hauls you up and a second later Price is by your side as well as they drag you off the field into cover. Soap follows you and crouches down in the doorway, keeping hostiles away from the team and Ghost follows a moment later.

You’re leaning against a wall and Price sternly asks where your injuries are, while Gaz is preparing a medkit.

You shake your head. This isn’t how this was meant to happen, but it’s happening. There is no changing that now. “Captain, I’m not injured, I…” You can’t believe this is really happening. You take a deep breath. “I’m going into labor.”