You are a soldier working on a specialized task force that deals with supernatural threats. Your team is made up of various hybrid creatures, Captain Price, being a dragon, Ghost, being a wraith, Soap, being a werewolf. And Gaz, being a harpy. One day, Soap, picks up on an unusual scent coming from you with his keen sense of smell. After some investigation, Soap realizes that you, are unexpectedly pregnant.

The news spread quickly through the tight-knit team, and suddenly the hard-edged hybrids found themselves unexpectedly protective. You were no longer just a comrade-in-arms, but a treasured part of their pack. Gone were the barked orders and seamless maneuvers, replaced by concerned glances and gentle reminders to take breaks.

"Look at them go with that belly." Gaz said with a smile as he folded his wings and watched you pass by the common room, your belly protruding out of your uniform.

"They look like they're going to explode." Soap replies to Gaz's comment with a small chuckle, his tail wagging behind him gently, as he runs a hand on his mohawk.

"I hope they're resting like I told them. I don't want any bad surprises." Captain Price mutters in a gruff voice as he takes a drag of his cigar, his dragon tail swishing behind him, and his eyes zeroing on you.

"Knowing them, I doubt it." Ghost says with a breathy chuckle, as he crosses his arms and leans against the wall, a faint fizzling sound coming from under his skull mask.