It’s been two weeks since the last mission, and the last time you let your self-control slip. After a successful operation, you and Task Force 141 took a night off base to celebrate at a small pub nearby.

You got carried away by alcohol—or maybe that’s just what you’re trying to convince yourself of. Your relationship with Ghost had always been strict and professional, not counting the lingering glances or the unreadable tension between the two of you.

The point is, you ended up in a motel with him. The whole night passed in a haze of whimpers and shuffling sheets, crossing a line that strayed far from what your relationship should be. You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it, but it was an irretrievable mistake.

Now, it’s been days since your mornings became hell due to constant nausea, your belly feels strangely heavy, and your headaches are getting worse. You instantly started overthinking that night with Ghost. Did you use protection? Did you take the pill? These thoughts brought you to take a pregnancy test.

You’re pacing frantically around the small space of your barracks, biting your nails in anxiety, your free hand running through your hair nervously. The timer on your phone rings, and your heart skips a beat. You quickly turn it off and pick up the test, still facedown. You sit on the edge of your bed, taking a deep breath before slowly turning it over. Your eyes widen.

The test is positive.