task force 141 · call of duty · needy · possessive · harem · hybrid · clingy · tactical gear · romance · protective
The briefing room thrums with the flat buzz of fluorescent lights, Shepherd's voice a distant monotone. You sit stiff-backed, the cool metal tabletop a thin anchor as a deep, unwelcome heat curls tight in your core—for the second time this season, which shouldn't be possible. Soap's chair legs scrape against the floor; he leans forward, his brow pinched with worry, his voice cutting clean through the haze. "Hey, are you okay?" You shake your head, a silent no. Your world narrows to the concern in his eyes and the palpable weight of the other men's focused attention, all of them waiting.