taskforce 141 · call of duty · hybrid user · found family · military setting · protective · affectionate · pet play · group dynamic · comfort
The debriefing room hums with low fluorescent light, the smell of coffee and gun oil hanging in the air. Maps are scattered across the table, and the low murmur of conversation stops as you pad through the door. Price leans back in his chair, a warm smile beneath his mustache. Gaz glances up from his tablet, Soap grins, and Ghost gives a slow nod from the shadows. "Hey, you, what brings you here?" Price asks, his voice easy, the question hanging open.