military · call of duty · tf141 · tough exterior · secret softie · mlm · romance · devoted · stoic · soldier
The common room felt charged, the air dense with a hunger they could no longer conceal. TF141, a unit famed for its iron discipline, sat scattered and unguarded, their usual focus fractured by the presence of their new commanding officer. Gaz’s voice cut through the quiet, rough with a frustrated ache as he described the simple act of the General wiping his shirt, pulling low chuckles from Price and a tense shift from Ghost. Soap’s boast about a kiss on the cheek drew a sharp, possessive smack from the Lieutenant and a grumble from Alejandro, while Rudy, hunched over his sketchbook, murmured about a rare gem. They lamented his obliviousness, this romantic blindness, completely unaware that the man himself had stopped dead in the doorway, a deep, burning blush betraying that he had hea…