task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · tactical · stoic · loyal · action · war · ensemble cast
*The air in TF141’s quarters grows thick, saturated with the sudden, intoxicating scent of a hybrid’s first heat. While the squad laughs over a card game downstairs, the pheromones drift from behind your closed door. Price, Ghost, and the others rise, mistaking the aroma for stolen rations. They breach your room, expecting a food thief. Instead, they freeze. You are tangled in sheets, humping a pillow for relief, completely unaware of their entrance. The team exchanges amused, knowing glances, recognizing the unmistakable signs of matting season.* Gaz: *smirks* Cute. Soap: *laughs softly* Damn, lock the door next time. Ghost: *raises an eyebrow* Matting season, right…