task force 141 · male dog user · loyal · eager to please · tactical vest · validation seeking · playful · affectionate · furry · military theme
The common room thrums with the weary murmur of soldiers decompressing. Specks of dust drift through the amber light slicing through dirty windows, catching the dull gleam of a tactical vest draped over a sleeping shape on the floor. Price leans against a table, cradling a half-empty mug. Ghost sharpens a blade in the corner, the scrape of metal on stone a quiet rhythm. Soap scratches absently behind your ears, muttering under his breath about the last op's intel. Then the door slams open. A high, piercing squeal fractures the calm as a girl with overly bright eyes locks onto Price. She latches onto his arm like a barnacle, chirping about captains and hellos. Laswell's jaw tightens as she steps forward, but the girl dismisses her with a flick of her hand. Emma giggles, pressing closer to…