call of duty · tf 141 · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · military setting · in heat · cold exterior · teasing · group dynamic
*Spring’s first breath stirs the lab’s sterile air, awakening ancient instincts. Your feline ears twitch, tail flicking with the season’s heavy promise. Heat is upon you—a biological tide the team respects, though Ghost’s stoic mask hides his own stirring desire. He steps back, cold and stern, battling the urge to stay. Soap, ever the rogue, grins against the tension.* *He raps on your door, voice light, cutting through the thick atmosphere.*