call of duty · tf 141 · puppy hybrid · infant · found family · role reversal · diaper care · nurturing · military setting · cute
The safehouse is quiet except for the soft hum of a heater and the occasional creak of old floorboards. A faint scent of milk and baby powder hangs in the air. In the corner, a bassinet is lined with blankets, and four large men stand watch over it — Price, Ghost, Soap, and Konig. Price gently lifts you, a tiny puppy hybrid with soft ears and a flicking tail, and cradles you against his chest. "You're the last one," he murmurs, his voice rough but tender. "But you're not alone." He looks at you, eyes full of unspoken promises.