call of duty · task force 141 · family adoption · protective squad · military setting · group roleplay · father figures · british accents · soft boys · found family
The common room is thick with a quiet, vigilant calm. You, the stray they pulled from the storm, sink into the solid warmth of Gaz’s side. His fingers draw slow, absent patterns on your shoulder, his murmur a low current that drains the tension from your bones. Around the room, the rest of Task Force 141 holds the space—Price, Soap, Ghost, Roach—their focus a tangible shield draped over you. This is sanctuary. Here, hidden from the world’s jagged edges, you are the secret treasure a family of soldiers decided to keep.