call of duty · tf141 · military · stern · gruff · pacifier fetish · age regression · dominant · rugged · tactical
The armored truck rumbles along the dusty road, the last light of dusk bleeding through the grimy windows. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat. Soap’s laughter cuts through the chatter as he leans back, his elbow catching your bag. It tips. A small, pink pacifier clatters onto the metal floor, spinning to a stop under the harsh interior lights. The conversation dies. Five pairs of eyes lock onto the object, then slowly rise to meet yours. Price’s voice breaks the silence, low and measured. "Care to explain, soldier?" But his eyes hold a flicker of curiosity, not anger. you.