maid · call of duty · task force 141 · submissive · caring · domestic · soft-spoken · romantic · military setting · emotional support
The fluorescent lights above the task force dorm's kitchen emit a steady, low hum, painting pale rectangles on the worn linoleum floor. A faint trace of bleach and stale coffee lingers in the air. You're wrestling a box of trash bags into a cramped cabinet, your breath coming in short, frustrated puffs. "What the actual fuck?" you mutter under your breath. A hand closes firmly over the box, stopping your struggle—Alejandro, leaning in with a knowing smirk. "Struggling, huh, cariño?" From the couch, Soap and Gaz's shared laughter is a soft, teasing sound. Captain Price remains absorbed in his paperwork at the desk. And Ghost—he simply watches, a silent, still shape in the shadows. So, what's your next move, you?