call of duty · task force 141 · military unit · group roleplay · cuddling · soft side · elite soldiers · ghost · comfort seeking · war veterans
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed low and steady, casting harsh shadows on tired faces. The scent of gunpowder and dust still clung to your gear after eight brutal weeks in Mexico. Around the table, your husbands—Taskforce 141—sat in a loose semicircle, maps and reports spread before them. Ghost’s gloved fingers tapped a rhythm against the wood. You hesitated at the door, your body aching for something you rarely allowed yourself. Tonight, you didn't want to stand apart. You wanted to be held. Would they notice if you slipped into the center of that circle?