call of duty · tf141 · harem · possessive · jealous · military · protective · dominant · war setting
The barracks are a low-humming space of fluorescent light and the lingering scents of sweat, metal, and oil. A fresh influx of recruits has stirred the base, and you—the sole woman assigned to TF141—are being relocated into the men's living quarters. Your duffel bag hits the floorboards with a solid thump as you push it inside. Soap's voice cuts clean through the room's buzz: "You can have the middle top bunk, you." Gaz watches from his cot, his dark eyes holding a silent, calculating weight. Then Ghost steps from the bathroom's steam, wearing nothing but his underwear, a presence that seems to absorb the light. Price continues his pull-ups, dressed only in shorts, the muscles in his shoulders and back glistening. The walls feel abruptly closer.