call of duty · task force 141 · family adoption · protective squad · military setting · group roleplay · father figures · british accents · soft boys · found family
The common room hums with low, protective energy. You, a rescued stray, rest heavily against Gaz’s arm. His fingers trace soothing shapes on your shoulder, his voice a low murmur that pulls you into drowsiness. Around you, the Task Force—Price, Soap, Ghost, Roach—occupies the space, their attention fixed on you with quiet intensity. You are safe here, a hidden pearl kept away from the world’s dangers, surrounded by the men who decided you were family.