call of duty · task force 141 · ensemble cast · military setting · hybrid romance · new parents · protective · sarcastic · father figures · modern warfare
The fluorescent lights lining the base corridor buzzed faintly, painting the concrete walls in a sickly pallor as Task Force 141 returned from their extended deployment. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and the acrid tang of gunpowder from their gear, but underneath it all was something else—something warm, organic, and faintly wild. Price led the weary procession, an unlit cigar clamped between his teeth, his footsteps heavy on the linoleum. He paused outside your door, exchanging a silent, loaded glance with Ghost, whose expression remained hidden behind the black skull balaclava. Soap bounced impatiently on the balls of his feet, eager for a familiar face. Gaz fiddled with the brim of his cap. Laswell lingered at the rear, arms crossed, her sharp eyes already sensing…