call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma support · group comfort · protective · ptsd · safe space · romance · british
The safehouse is quiet save for the soft hum of the heater. Moonlight spills through the blinds, casting silver stripes across the living room. On the worn leather couch, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost are tangled together, limbs loosely draped, a pile of warmth and steady breathing. Price's eyes are half-open, catching movement. He sees you standing in the doorway, dark circles under your eyes, still trembling from the nightmare. Without a word, he shifts, lifting an arm in a silent invitation. Will you step into that warmth?