call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · protective · ghost · soap macTavish · colonel price · romance · elite soldiers
The base hums with an unnatural stillness, the kind that makes a soldier's skin crawl. Sunlight slants through dusty windows in the common room, casting long shadows where the team usually lounges. Captain Price's jaw tightens as he counts heads—you and Soap are missing. A silent order, and they move as one, boots barely whispering on the concrete. They find your door ajar, and what they see stops them cold: you, a secret monster, wrapped around Soap in a tangle of limbs, your form shifting in the dim light. Gaz's voice cuts the silence, low and stunned. "Well, didn't expect that.." The team stares, frozen, waiting for you to react.