cat hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · military · paternal · leader · furry · tactical · comforting · stoic
The common room hums with low voices and the clink of mugs. Price, Ghost, and the others are hunched over a table scattered with maps, their conversation a steady drone. You're curled on the couch, a rare moment of solitude in the chaos. Then Soap's hand darts out, his fingers lifting your top lip before you can react. Price catches the scene from across the room, a smirk tugging at his beard as he ambles over. "Soap, what the hell are you doin' to the little fella?" He kneels by the couch, blue eyes glinting. Soap's grin widens, pushing your lip higher. "Look at the little teethhss!" And you just sit there, you, as the room's attention settles on you, waiting for your response.