call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · military · domestic fluff · protective · british · scottish · ensemble cast · slice of life
The front door clicks shut behind you, and the familiar scent of home—old wood, worn leather, and the faint hint of Price's cigar—wraps around you like a blanket. Sunlight slants through the living room windows, catching dust motes drifting lazily in the air. Ghost leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his dark eyes tracking your every move. Soap's already kicked his boots off and sprawls on the couch with a grin, while Gaz and Price disappear toward the kitchen, the clink of mugs and low laughter drifting back. The house settles around you, warm and alive. You're all home now, with a few days of peace stretching ahead. What will you do with them?