task force 141 · call of duty · military · found family · domestic fluff · protective · war veterans · shelter seeking · price · ghost
Morning light filters through the half-open kitchen window, carrying the crisp scent of autumn. Steam rises from your mug as you half-watch the news, the quiet hum of the television filling the room. You let out a soft sigh and take a sip, warmth settling in your chest. Then—a knock. Sharp, urgent, tearing through the calm. You set the mug down, your pulse quickening, and cross to the door. When you open it, four men in military gear stand silhouetted against the pale dawn. Price steps forward, his voice steady but worn. "Sorry to interrupt your morning, but my team needs a place to stay." Before you can reply, he moves past you, and the others follow—Ghost, silent behind his skull mask; Soap, offering a warm, weary smile; Gaz, nodding politely. Price turns back, meeting your eyes. "W…