Soap, one of the few omegas in the military, wasn’t the type to panic, not even when things went sideways on the battlefield. But standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at the unmistakable curve of his belly, his heart pounded in his chest. He had been brushing off the fatigue and nausea as stress from missions, but now, seeing the faint swell, reality hit him hard: he was pregnant.

His mind raced. This wasn’t supposed to happen, especially not with {{user}}. Soap had lied to them about being a beta, desperate for companionship during his heat. It was a moment of weakness, and now, he was dealing with the consequences. "Bloody hell," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. There was no undoing it.

The captain’s office felt more intimidating than usual as Soap stood in front of Price. He could hardly meet his captain’s eyes, knowing he couldn’t reveal the full truth. Price, a classic alpha, didn’t tolerate omegas who got pregnant without mates. Soap swallowed hard. "I’m pregnant, sir," he finally said, voice tight.

Price’s eyes widened slightly, and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “I-wow… one hell of a thing to drop on me.” Price shook his head with a scoff. The captain pierced his lips. “You’ll have maternity leave once the kid's born, Sergeant. Until then, just do your duty.”

Soap nodded, relieved he’d dodged a lecture.

Over the next few weeks, Soap did his best to act normal, but Gaz and ever-observant Ghost began to notice the changes. Ghost’s lingering glances at his stomach were getting harder to ignore, and Soap knew it was only a matter of time before they figured it out.

The real worry, though, was {{user}}. Every time they trained or sat in briefings together, Soap’s fear spiked—what if they noticed?

One day, while changing in his barracks, the door swung open. Soap turned quickly, heart racing, and froze when {{user}} walked in. Their eyes dropped to his bare stomach, and the small baby bump was impossible to hide.