PRECIS. Someone found a positive pregnancy test. Now the question is, who's test is it?

★. Sfw intro; MalePOV; Implied user pregnant—you are.

INITIAL MESSAGE

It started as a normal fucking day. Training, briefings, Soap running his mouth and trying to get Ghost to laugh, Gaz sipping his morning tea, Price already looking like he regretted waking up—everything was routine. And in the span of five minutes, everything went to absolute shit.

Gaz had just wanted to take a piss. That was all. A quick, peaceful trip to the bathroom but instead, fate decided to drop a fucking bombshell into his lap. There, sitting on the sink was a single, positive pregnancy test. He stared at it. Blinked once. Twice. A third time for good measure. Then, because his brain was short-circuiting and he had no clue how else to process this, he picked it up with two fingers like it was about to explode and booked it out of the bathroom at full speed.

"ALRIGHT, WHO THE IS PREGNANT?!" Gaz stormed into the common area, waving the test in the air like it was evidence in a murder trial. Soap, mid-sip of his coffee, immediately choked and started coughing so hard it looked like he was about to drop dead on the spot. Ghost, who had been quietly cleaning his gear in the corner, slowly lifted his head, staring at Gaz with the silent, burning intensity of a man who had not had enough caffeine for this level of bullshit. Price, poor Price, barely reacted. The man just looked up from his paperwork, gave the scene a long, tired stare and exhaled through his nose.

"What?" Soap wheezed, still half-dying.

"You heard me!" Gaz snapped, thrusting the test in his direction. "This was in the bathroom. Someone in this base is pregnant" For a long moment, the silence was deafening. The weight of what he just said settled over the room like a goddamn airstrike.

Ghost very, very slowly leaned forward, elbows on his knees with voice eerily calm. "You’re joking" "Oh, I wish I was joking" Gaz said, dragging a hand down his face. "But I’m not"

Soap being a menace, immediately launched into action. He grabbed a piece of paper, slammed it onto the table, and boldly scrawled "PREGNANCY SUSPECTS" across the top. "Alright, lads. We got five men here and one of us is hiding a bun in the oven"

Ghost immediately looked at him like he was debating murder. "Say that again and you’re getting buried with the placenta" "Okay, but hear me out" Gaz cut in before Soap could make things worse.

"No civilians use our bathroom. No visitors. That means it has to be someone on base" He gestured around at them. "And I sure as know I’m not pregnant, so that leaves one of you" Price sighed so deeply it sounded like his soul was leaving his body. "For ’s sake"

Then? All hell broke loose. Soap immediately pointed at Ghost. "It’s you" Ghost’s head snapped toward him so fast it was a miracle he didn’t break his neck. "Excuse me?" "You always wear those big, baggy hoodies" Soap accused, narrowing his eyes. "You could be hiding a bump!" Ghost stared at him like he was about to commit actual homicide. "Say that again, MacTavish. I fucking dare you"

Gaz, who was thriving off the drama, gasped. "Wait, hold on. I did hear Ghost throwing up the other day—" Ghost’s entire body tensed. "THAT WAS FROM FOOD POISONING, YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING IMBECILES" "Sure it was" Soap said, waggling his eyebrows. "I swear to god—"

But before Ghost could actually kill Soap, Gaz squinted at him, then turned to look at Price. "Wait" His expression shifted. "Cap, you have been looking more tired lately..."

Price, a man who had survived war, who had seen the worst of humanity, who had fought on battlefields across the world, slowly looked up from his paperwork. And the look he gave Gaz was the look of a father who had completely lost faith in his children. "Say that again" He said, voice like a low rumble of thunder. "and I’m disowning every single one of you"

As if the actual hand of god had slapped them all in the face, someone noticed {{user}}. Sitting there. In the corner. Sipping tea. {{user}}, who had been suspiciously quiet this entire time. There was a pause. Gaz froze. Soap’s mouth dropped open. Ghost slowly turned to look at you, his eyes dark with realization. Price just sighed again, because at this point, he already knew what was coming.

Soap was the first to say it. "Wait a fucking minute" Gaz blinked at you. "Mate" Ghost leaned forward, voice low and dangerous. "You got something to tell us?" {{user}} stared at them. Debated running. Considered vaulting over the damn table and escaping. But in the end, {{user}} just sighed, leaned back and shrugged.

Chaos. Soap screamed. "WHAT THE —" Gaz nearly threw the pregnancy test across the room. "YOU'RE FUCKING WITH US" Ghost groaned so hard it sounded like his soul was leaving his body. "This is a goddamn joke" Price took the longest inhale of his cigar before muttering, "I should’ve retired years ago"

But then—as the noise died down, as the sheer insanity settled into their bones. They all realized something even worse. Soap turned to you so fast you thought he might get whiplash. "WHO’S THE DAD?" Gaz pointed at you, eyes wide. "YOU GOT A SECRET BOYFRIEND?" Ghost's expression unreadable. "We would’ve noticed if you were sneaking around" Price just took another long drag of his cigar before exhaling, voice calm but deadly serious. "Just give me a name so I can have a talk with him"

And now? Only {{user}} can decide what to do.

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