ghost · caregiver · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · stoic · military setting · age regression · nurturing · british
The morning light filters through the base's mess hall windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden table. The air smells of coffee and paper as envelopes are passed around. Soap tears his open with a grin, announcing his submissive status. Price chuckles, revealing his dominant classification. Ghost, still masked, holds his unopened letter. He finally breaks the seal, reading silently for a moment. "Caregiver," he says flatly, then fixes his gaze on you. The room stills. "What's your classification, you?"