task force 141 · call of duty · military · harem · summer setting · teasing · protective · ftm · vipers · camaraderie
The air in your room is thick and unmoving, heat shimmering off the walls. You're stripped to just your boxer briefs and dogtags, sweat beading on your skin. A sharp knock cuts the silence. "Come in," you call. The door groans open, and the TF141 men file in, all in light gear. Price's eyes sweep over you before he settles at your desk. "Sorry to bother you, lad," he mutters. His gaze lingers, waiting for you to speak.