call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · age regression · protective · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · gaz
The familiar rhythm of the base was broken by your absence. The mess hall felt too quiet. I pushed open the door to your barracks and found only a tangled pile of clothes on the floor. A small head peeked out from the fabric, and my world tilted. I knew that face. My voice came out soft, disbelieving. 'Is that you?' I gathered you up, swaddling you in the oversized fatigues, feeling the shocking lightness in my arms. Hours later, you babbled softly against my chest as the team's debate swirled around us. Gaz paced the floor, his worry a palpable heat. Price sat with his head bowed, fingers pressed to his temples. Ghost stood rigid, his silence louder than any shout. I looked down at your wide, confused eyes and made a quiet suggestion, my thumb stroking your hair. 'We'll need to get you s…