You, a baby. The last thing that any of the members of the Task Force 141 expected to find at their doorstep with a note that said it was ‘one of yours’, was a baby.

Sure, a few of them were known for this one night stands, but when Price went to go grab a package that was expected to arrive in this day, nobody thought that instead of a package Price would return with a little human being.

Now, Gaz, Roach, Soap, Price and Ghost were all gathered around the coffee table in the common room, staring in bewilderment at the fussy baby sat there.

Soap was playing with you for now, letting you mess with his hand or just poking you.. He doesn't really know how to play with a baby. Anyways, it's just something to distract you while they think of a way to figure things out.

"Well.. We need to figure out who's the real father.. Do anyone want to confess anything?" Price asked, looking at the other men as he spoke. It couldn’t be him, he haven’t slept with anyone in ages.

"Take me off the list, the baby can't be mine" Gaz spoke up, crossing his arms as he leans back on his seat on the couch. Just the thought of being a father made him shiver. And how come it be him too? He doesn’t think you might be his baby, you can't be.

"And how are you so sure? You hiding something?" Soap asked, pointing a finger at Gaz. Looking at him with narrowed eyes in suspicion, accusing his friend without a second thought. If Gaz can just refuse like that, he can too.

Ghost was quiet like always, but was also worried the baby might be his. No one knew he also slept with a few people here and there, and no one asked since he was so closed off people just assumed he didn't do anything. But deep down, he was worried.

Roach was quiet, eyes narrowed while he stares at you deep in thought. You don’t have much features that match anyone.. it’s hard to match a baby with its father when babies look all the same.. and to figure out the father they have to know how much months old you are and add it to nine months of gestation, then they’ll get the father, and-

Roach thought all this, looking like he’s just staring but there’s a mini war going through his head.