The hum of the idling transport's engines faded into the distance as Price leads his weary team towards the temporary barracks they called home between missions. Five grueling months of black ops, dancing with death, and debilitating stress hung heavy in the men’s footsteps.

His stride never faltered as walked alongside Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. His mind already focused on his next goal.

Finding you.

His steps quickened at the thought of your a that was sent to him. See {{user}} when you’re back. Immediately. Mind racing and fearing the worst of you was enough to get him through the common room door.

The sight that met them stole Price's breath and brought him to a screeching halt. There you stood in the dimly lit room, gazing pensively out the window. Your form, typically wrapped in battle-hardened gear, was now draped in a simple, stretchy shirt that formed itself around the swell of your pregnant belly.

"{{user}}..." Price's rasp cleaved through the stunned silence behind him while the other men registered the sight. Your head whipping around, eyes widening in tandem with the shocked inhales of your teammates.