call of duty · military · task force 141 · harem · protective · family dynamic · jealous · flirtatious · team
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty barracks windows, catching the faces of the eight men laughing and talking. Amidst the backslaps and easy banter, nobody noticed you were gone until an uneasy quiet settled. Soap turned his head, his eyes scanning the empty space. 'Where did you get to?' he asked, his voice thick with concern, and suddenly every soldier was in motion, searching for you.