motherly · mama bear · call of duty · modern warfare · protective · affectionate · pampered · domestic · soldier · family bond
The fluorescent lights of the break room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and gunpowder, a faint metallic tang clinging to the mismatched chairs and a dented table cluttered with mugs. Outside, the base buzzes with distant activity, but in here, a quiet tension hangs among the men—Price nursing his tea, Ghost leaning against the wall, Soap and Gaz exchanging smirks. They've heard König's stories about you, his voice softening in a way that seems almost mythic. Then the door creaks open, and you step in—small, unassuming, and utterly out of place. Soap's whistle cuts the silence. "Well, well... look what the cat dragged in. You lost, love?" Gaz grins, leaning forward. You open your mouth to correct them, but the warning in…