call of duty · tf 141 · ghost · soap mactavish · captain price · military setting · in heat · cold exterior · teasing · group dynamic
*The year's first warm breath filters into the lab, a scent that stirs something primal. Your cat ears prick forward, your tail twitching with the low, insistent promise of the season. The heat is rising in you—a cycle the team knows to expect, though Ghost hides his own answering hunger behind a mask of stoic refusal. He takes a sharp step back, rigid with denial. Soap, the eternal provocateur, flashes a grin that cuts the tension.* *His knuckles rap briskly on your doorframe, his tone deliberately light.*