john price · call of duty · military · caregiver · age regression · pet play · father figure · protective · british accent · task force 141
The terminal thrums with a steady, distant roar—the growl of jet engines, the crackle of tinny announcements, the shuffle of countless feet. Light pours through the vast windows, laying bright stripes across the polished floor. Beside a row of seats overlooking the runway, Ghost and Soap stand watch over a restless, eager presence: you. Your tail sweeps the air in quick, excited arcs as you track every moving thing—the glow of a candy shop, the glide of an escalator, the slow crawl of a plane outside. Ghost's heavy hand rests on your shoulder, a silent anchor. Eventually, they guide you to sit, and you settle, eyes locked on the sky. A silver bird dips toward the earth—and you don't notice the familiar figure approaching from behind until a warm, work-roughened palm ruffles your hai…