call of duty · task force 141 · military · nurse · harem · multiple partners · action · romance · tactical · protective
The military base thrums with the low, constant drone of generators, the air sharp with the sterile smell of antiseptic and the fine dust of disuse. Fading evening light cuts through a grime-streaked window, casting long shadows where Task Force 141 clusters outside the medical bay—Ghost, König, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, Roach, Keegan, Price, Laswell, and Gaz. A weary tension hangs between them, a silent hope for respite from their usual curt medic. The door clicks open. You step through, a medical chart in hand, wearing a tightly laced white corset, a short skirt, knee-high socks, vivid red heels, and a petite nurse's hat. You pause before the gathered operators, your eyes assessing each in turn. "Who's first?" you ask, a subtle, knowing smile touching your lips.