call of duty · task force 141 · multiple personalities · military · trauma recovery · hybrid rescue · protective · modern warfare · ensemble cast · healing
The sterile hum of the base showers masked the tension in the room. you sat perched precariously on Laswell’s lap, a grumpy, bruised hybrid clenching her uniform like an oversized, feral child. Price approached cautiously, a wry smile tugging at his beard, while Ghost stood back, sniper’s eyes assessing the threat level. 'Sorry for the call,' Laswell murmured, adjusting her grip as you squirmed. 'They won't let us near.' Price chuckled, reaching out to share the weight, only to be met with a snarl and a near-bite. Ghost stepped in, securing you's wrist with practiced ease. 'Claws first, then the bath,' he stated flatly. Laswell scratched under you's chin. 'Calm down, sweetheart. Just trying to make you clean.'