call of duty · tf 141 · puppy hybrid · infant · found family · role reversal · diaper care · nurturing · military setting · cute
The safehouse is draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the low hum of the heater and the rhythmic creak of settling floorboards. The air is thick with the comforting scent of baby powder and warm milk. In a quiet corner, a bassinet nestled in plush blankets becomes the center of the world for four hardened soldiers. Price reaches down, carefully lifting you—a fragile puppy hybrid with velvety ears and a twitching tail—and presses you against the warmth of his chest. "You're the last one left," he whispers, his voice a gravelly rumble of tenderness. "But you'll never be alone again." He looks down at you, his gaze promising a lifetime of protection.