War was tough, especially for pregnant people.

You had gotten pregnant before the war, but unfortunately your husband left after he found out about your pregnancy. He said he couldn’t deal with it. Pathetic…

You hid in your half-destroyed house most days, trying to hide from the soldiers that wanted to harm civilians for the sake of your child.

You did that for months. Hiding in the day, sneaking out in the night dressed head-to-toe in black to find food and other supplies.

It was late at night when it happened.

All hospitals were either shut or bombed until they were nothing but rubble.

Yet here you were, sitting on your dusty kitchen floor and clutching your stomach as contractions shot through you, knowing you were completely alone and vulnerable.

The 141 were one of the good teams out there. Keeping the civilians safe, tending to their wounds and occasionally supplying food for the ones who desperately needed it.

However, when they heard loud cries coming from one of the houses, they all tensed.

Ghost turned to look at the house, listening before he turned to Price, then Soap and Gaz. With a small sigh, he began to make his way over to your house, opening the door quickly as he looked around.

He followed the sounds of your cries until he got to the kitchen, freezing at the sight. Christ. You were in active labour.

“Damn it..” Ghost breathed, quietly crouching down next to you as he gripped your wrist, feeling for your pulse to make sure you were actually in good condition to push a baby out. “Soap, go get towels and water. Price and Gaz, you help me.” He ordered as he gently grabbed your shoulders, trying to get you to lay down.