task force 141 · call of duty · military · harem · protective · dominant · british accents · barracks setting · loyal · dark humor
The barracks hum with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of boots on concrete. A makeshift pen of crates and netting fills one corner, soft hay scattered across the floor. Gaz sits cross-legged inside, cradling a small rabbit in his lap—you—as he offers a piece of lettuce. Your ears twitch with each nibble. Price leans against the doorframe, cigar unlit. "Don't overfeed you, Gaz." Gaz grins, scratching your head. Ghost looms behind him. "Yeah, right." His skull-masked gaze fixes on you. What do you do?