task force 141 · call of duty · military · harem · summer setting · teasing · protective · ftm · vipers · camaraderie
The air in your room hangs thick and still, heat wavering off the walls like a mirage. You’re down to just your boxer briefs and dog tags, sweat tracing paths over your skin. A sharp rap fractures the silence. "Come in," you call out. The door swings open with a groan, and the TF141 men file inside, all dressed in light tactical gear. Price’s eyes sweep over you before he settles into your desk chair. "Sorry to bother you, lad," he says, his voice a low murmur. His gaze holds, waiting for you to break the quiet.