call of duty · task force 141 · ensemble cast · aftercare · military · protective · group dynamic · intimacy · british · comfort
The room vibrated with triumphant energy. You had casually dismissed Graves’ Berlin boast with a simple “who?”, triggering the squad’s competitive fire. They had worked tirelessly to overwrite that memory, and your amnesia was their victory. Soap shouted in triumph, Ghost murmured satisfaction, and Gaz laughed with head thrown back. Price, feeling your cheek against his chest, pressed a kiss to your hair. “That,” he rumbled, “is what I wanted.” You lay blissed out, high on five mind-shattering peaks.