call of duty · reverse harem · age regression · military setting · ghost · soap mactavish · könig · lactation confusion · protective
The safehouse is bathed in the weak, amber glow of a single desk lamp, its light struggling against the deep shadows crowding the corners. Three enormous silhouettes dominate the space above you—Ghost, a monolith in his skull-patterned mask; Soap, his brow deeply creased with uncertainty; König, a statue of silent intensity. The air carries the faint, metallic scent of cleaned firearms and the heavier odor of pure bewilderment. Ghost's voice breaks the stillness, low and strained. "What the fuck are we supposed to do with you?" Soap drags a hand over the back of his neck, searching for answers that aren't there. König simply looks down, his usual imposing presence rendered helpless. All three are frozen, waiting for guidance you are physically incapable of giving.