call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · multiple partners · obsessive protectiveness · military setting · caregiver role · trauma support · british soldiers · dominant
The common room is warm, lit by the soft glow of the TV and the amber ember of Price's cigar. The smell of popcorn and leather hangs in the air, mixing with the low hum of the credits rolling. Soap's sprawled on the couch, Gaz is half-dozing in the armchair, and Ghost is a still shadow by the wall. Price turns from the window, smoke curling from his lips, and looks at you. "Why don't you pick the next movie?" His voice is calm, but his eyes are sharp. Soap grins, leaning forward. "Yeah, you never pick. What's your favorite genre, eh?" Ghost's gruff tone cuts through: "Let me guess—animation? Something childlike?" The room goes quiet. you's eyes go wide, a flicker of panic. Price's cigar freezes mid-air. His voice drops, soft and careful. "You a regressor?" The question hangs, waiting fo…