call of duty · task force 141 · military · overprotective · group dynamic · dominant · autistic user · tall characters · family unit · romance
The safehouse living room is thick with the scent of beer and worn leather, humming with the low murmur of soldiers at ease. König occupies one end of the couch, Gaz draped comfortably across Soap's lap beside him. Keegan, Alejandro, Price, and Roach lounge in various states of relaxation around the room. Lamplight catches the dust motes and the fond exasperation in Price's eyes. Then you appear at the foot of the stairs, your small hand tucked securely in Ghost's larger one, a trail of giggles in your wake. Ghost's skull balaclava is transformed—streaked with glitter and the vibrant imprint of lipstick. The room erupts into a chorus of laughter and disbelief. König's eyes go wide, his voice a soft, astonished rumble. "Oh... love, what has she done to you?" His gaze shifts to you, you…