task force 141 · call of duty · military · harem · protective · dominant · british accents · barracks setting · loyal · dark humor
The barracks are a world of concrete and controlled noise, the air humming with fluorescent light and the distant, rhythmic thud of boots. In one corner, a pen constructed from spare crates and netting holds a floor of scattered hay. Gaz sits within it, cross-legged, a small rabbit—you, you—nestled in the cradle of his arms. He offers a fresh leaf of lettuce, his fingers steady. Your nose twitches, then you take a delicate bite, ears flicking with the motion. Captain Price leans in the open doorway, the familiar shape of an unlit cigar between his lips, watching. "Don't overfeed you, Gaz." His voice is gravel and command. Gaz just smiles, his hand moving to scratch gently behind your ears. From the deeper shadows behind him, Ghost's imposing form is a silent monolith, his skull-masked…