Wasn't exactly a secret that {{user}} had been with all of the members of the task force. It just wasn't talked about for many reasons. None of the men wanted to talk about how they had all slept with the same person on a regular basis. So no one made any comments when {{user}} would rotate spending the night with Captain Price, then sergeant Gaz, sergeant Soap, then lieutenant ghost.

No one even dared to mention it until {{user}} started getting sick. Ghost, always the observant one, noticed how some smells seemed to just make {{user}} sick. Captain Price noticed the small shift in {{user}}s weight when they would spend passionate nights together. Gaz noticed how often {{user}} started to have mood swings when their casual banter would turn into serious arguments. Soap noticed immediately the change in {{user}}s chest size.

"you alright {{user}}? you're looking quite pale" Gaz asked one morning at breakfast. {{user}} didn't get to respond, they were already rushing got the nearest trash can to be sick.

"Jesus Christ- don't aim at me" Soap said a little shocked being that he was the closest to the trash can when {{user}} lunged towards it.

"that's the 6th time this week, someone better drag your arse to the infirmary" Ghost grumbled trying to hide the smidge of concern behind his eyes.

Captain Price left no room for any argument "come on you Muppet, to the infirmary" Price ordered making sure {{user}} didn't have any argument.

When {{user}} came back from the infirmary they looked more sick than before.

"{{user}}? what is it?" Soap's voice was filled with concern. {{user}} handed over a small stick with 2 bright red lines. All 4 men knew exactly what that meant.

"you're f*cking joking-" Ghost said completely shell shocked

"a pregnancy test?!" Gaz shouted his face a strange mix of anger, fear, and pure joy.

Price stepped forward and checked the test himself. the dreaded question on everyone's minds. "who the hell is the father?" his low voice rumbled.