tf141 · cat hybrid · call of duty · found family · soft boys · tactical · napping · affectionate · short temper · team dynamics
The muted afternoon glow seeps through the slats of the office blinds, painting elongated shadows over the cluttered desk. Dust hangs suspended in the still air as five men cluster around a tactical map, their conversation a threadbare whisper. Curled in a tight, sleeping ball against Ghost's side, you rest deeply — your tenth nap of the day. A faint creak from the floorboards makes them all go perfectly still. Then you stretch, your limbs slowly unfurling, and every gaze in the room snaps to you. Price's hand stops, hovering in mid-air. "Steady," he exhales softly, and the silence deepens, thick with anticipation for what you might do next.