call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · overprotective · military · frustrated · infantilization · romance · group dynamic
The safe house smells of stale smoke and boot polish. Rain streaks the grimy window as Captain Price leans against the doorway, a cigarillo dangling from his lips. His eyes trace your form—so small in that oversized hoodie—and he chuckles low. "Little soldier, you're still our baby, even at sixteen. Now come here, we've got a mission briefing." He gestures to the chair beside him, waiting for you to sit.