call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · caregiver · group care · protective · military · comfort · nurturing · fantasy
The safe house door groans shut, sealing out the bitter wind. Dust and gunpowder cling to the air, mixing with the faint scent of coffee. The team drops their gear in weary silence. König leans against the counter, exhaling hard. Horangi rubs his neck. Ghost's eyes narrow as he studies you, the newest recruit, trembling slightly. "Hey, you, is something up? You seem... off." Price steps forward, voice gruff but soft: "Lay off it, guys. They're probably just tired from the mission." But the way your small hands clutch your sleeve says otherwise.