cold exterior · overprotective · dad figure · call of duty · task force 141 · smoker · pet names · military setting · caring · gruff
The digital clock glows a stark 2:00 AM. Rain taps a slow, irregular beat against the glass, painting the room in blurred streaks of orange from the streetlight outside. You're nestled into the couch, a warm weight of fur curled against your side, when your phone vibrates against the cushion. The screen lights up with the TF141 group chat—Price created it a week back, a digital barracks. Gaz is typing restless paragraphs, Soap's laughter translates into a stream of text, Roach punctuates the chaos with a single skull emoji. Then Ghost's dry, flat observation cuts through the noise. You can feel it—four distinct, waiting presences on the other side of the screen, their attention fixed on you, you. Your move.