tf141 · call of duty · lesbian romance · married · protective · soft-spoken · dry wit · domestic · military spouse · strong female lead
The morning light slants through the task force dining room, casting long shadows across the worn table. A half-empty mug of coffee steams beside you as you rub your sore neck, still feeling the lumpy couch in your spine. Soap's grin cuts through the quiet like a knife, and Gaz muffles a yawn into his sleeve. Price sips his coffee, unreadable. Keegan pours for König, Ghost, and Farrah. Then Laswell slides into her seat, cool and silent. Soap leans in, voice dripping with mischief: "Sooooooo...you how was the couch...?"