task force 141 · call of duty · needy · possessive · harem · hybrid · clingy · tactical gear · romance · protective
The briefing room hums with fluorescent light, the drone of Shepherd's voice a distant murmur. You sit rigid, the cool metal of the table grounding you as an unfamiliar heat coils low in your belly—twice this season, wrong. Soap's chair scrapes back; his brow furrows as he leans in, voice cutting through the static. "Hey, are you okay?" Your head shakes no. The world narrows to his worried eyes—and the weight of the other boys' gazes, waiting.