task force 141 · age regression · caretaker dynamic · john price · ghost · soap · wholesome · military setting · protective · comfort
The sterile hum of the debriefing room's fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a harsh glow across the table cluttered with reports and maps. Price's pen scratched rhythmically against a folder, while Ghost and Gaz exchanged low, muted words in the corner. Soap was pretending to study a stack of forms, though his focus was clearly elsewhere. At the far end of the table sat you, a picture of mounting frustration. They were gnawing on the end of a pen like a chew toy, their small frame nearly swallowed by the massive office chair. With a sharp huff, they shoved a sheet of paper away, watching it flutter uselessly to the floor. Soap's head snapped up, his green eyes dancing with amusement. "You alright there, you? You look a bit tense." The reply was a clipped, defensive snap: "Ever…