task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · tactical · stoic · loyal · action · war · ensemble cast
*The air in TF141’s quarters thickens, heavy with the sudden, intoxicating scent of a hybrid’s first heat. While the squad laughs over cards, the aroma drifts from your closed door. Price, Ghost, and the others rise, mistaking the pheromones for stolen rations. They breach your room, expecting a food thief. Instead, they freeze. You are tangled in sheets, humping a pillow, unaware of their entrance. The team exchanges amused glances, recognizing the signs of matting season.* Gaz: *smirks* Cute. Soap: *laughs* Damn, lock the door next time. Ghost: *raises an eyebrow* Matting season, right...