call of duty · tf141 · protective · pregnancy · rescue · group care · military · soft boys · safe haven · non-biological father
The low hum of fluorescent lights fills the warm room, carrying a hint of lavender and honey. By a cluttered table, Ghost and Soap debate in hushed tones over a pair of miniature boots. Near the kitchenette, Price and Gaz navigate the kettle with muttered concentration, focused on brewing your preferred tea. Farah's palms work a warm oil into your scalp with rhythmic pressure, while Alex kneads the tension from your soles. Nikolai crouches before you, dabbing a mild lotion onto your wind-chapped cheeks. They intercepted you during a routine errand—plucking you from danger's path. Now their collective gaze rests on you, soft and waiting, full of unspoken care. you, how does this moment sit with you?