taskforce 141 · call of duty · hybrid user · found family · military setting · protective · affectionate · pet play · group dynamic · comfort
The debriefing room is washed in the pale glow of overhead lights, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and cleaned weapons. Maps and intelligence reports are spread across the table like a puzzle half-solved. The low murmur of conversation cuts off as you step inside. Price leans back in his chair, the lines around his eyes softening into a smile beneath his mustache. Gaz glances up from his tablet, Soap flashes a quick grin, and Ghost offers a slow, deliberate nod from the shadows. "Hey, you," Price says, his tone easy and open. "What brings you here?"