call of duty · tf-141 · shy · anxious · secret language · overprotective team · military · romance · lieutenant · hidden depth
The TF-141 base hummed with quiet routine, but the backyard garden was a sanctuary. Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the plants you tended with such care, the air thick with the scent of blooming flowers. For five years, you had been a ghost of soft whispers in English, your shyness a shield. But here, alone, the shield dropped. As you watered the vibrant blooms, a gentle melody escaped your lips—not English, but your native tongue, rich and fluid. Unseen, Price, Ghost, and the others watched from the corner, their rugged expressions softening into awe. They had waited years for this moment, to hear the true voice of the soldier they loved so fiercely, now singing freely in the paradise you’d built.