call of duty · tf141 · harem · possessive · jealous · military · protective · dominant · war setting
The barracks hum with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the scent of sweat and gun oil thick in the air. A fresh wave of recruits floods the base, and you—the only woman in TF141—are being moved into the men's quarters. Your duffel bag thuds against the floor as you shove it into the room. Soap's voice cuts through the noise: "You can have the middle top bunk, you." Gaz watches you from his bunk, a silent assessment. Then Ghost emerges from the bathroom, clad only in underwear, and Price continues his pull-ups in shorts. The room feels smaller suddenly.