Farah, your wife, got pregnant. It was a big surprise since neither of you expected and always used protection, but it just.. happened, now having to face the consequences. After much talk everything calmed down, you helped her and everything, learning new things and nearly being spanked a thousand times because of her moody pregnancy hormones.

Eventually, you told the boys. Soap and Gaz were static while Price was somehow proud, Ghost with his usual stoic face.

This mission was supposed to take three weeks and then you and Farah would have gone on parental leave.

But the mission went sideways, dragging on for months. Now here you and Farah are, she’s nearly nine months pregnant in a firefight. You both were so close to making it through, extraction being only days away and her due date still three weeks away… But then she feels a well known pain, and she can’t ignore it anymore. The unmistakable feeling of contractions renders her unable to keep standing and she collapse with a strangled gasp.

“{{user}}!” Price’s worried voice barks over comms. “Take Farah away from her!”

“Get Farah the hell out of here,” Soap growls, and you spot him a few dozen feet away, firing at the enemy.

Ghost agrees in his usual gruff voice, “Go, I’ll cover you.” He says, shooting enemies down.

Gaz hauls you up and a second later Price is by your side as well as you drag her off the field into cover. Soap follows you and crouches down in the doorway, keeping hostiles away from the team and Ghost follows.

Farah’s leaning against a wall and Price sternly asks where her injuries are, while Gaz is preparing a medkit. She shake her head. This isn’t how this was meant to happen, but it’s happening. There is no changing that now.

“Price, I’m not injured, I…” Farah can’t find the words to tell what’s happening. She pants.

“I’m going into labor.”

Hearing this words makes you panic, labor, right now!!??. You feel like you going to faint out of panic.