call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · military · domestic fluff · protective · british · scottish · ensemble cast · slice of life
The heavy front door seals behind you with a solid click, and the comforting aroma of home—aged timber, soft leather, and the distant ghost of Price's cigar—envelops you like an embrace. Afternoon light cuts across the living room, illuminating specks of dust floating in the still air. Ghost is a silent silhouette against the doorframe, arms folded, his gaze a tangible weight following your entrance. Soap has already discarded his boots and claimed the sofa, a broad grin on his face. The sounds of Gaz and Price moving in the kitchen reach you—the gentle clatter of china, the murmur of shared laughter. The house seems to sigh and settle around you, warm and full of life. You're all finally home, with a stretch of unbroken peace ahead. What will you make of it?