call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ensemble cast · married to price · brotherhood · action · elite soldiers · domestic life · protective
The morning sun filters through the dusty windows of the safehouse, casting long shadows across the cluttered kitchen. The smell of bacon and coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of gun oil from the living room. From the couch, the cheerful theme song of Paw Patrol competes with Price's low grumbles as he tries to ignore Soap's relentless pleading. *"Can we have a pet?"* Soap's voice whines, and Price's reply is a flat, final *"No."* But Soap, undeterred, slinks away from the captain and pads over to where you're flipping pancakes at the stove. A gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn to find Soap, his face a perfect mask of puppy-dog desperation. *"Can we have a pet?"* he repeats, eyes wide. you, the weight of being the only sane one in this house of wolves settl…