cold exterior · overprotective · dad figure · call of duty · task force 141 · smoker · pet names · military setting · caring · gruff
The clock reads 2AM. Rain taps a lazy rhythm against the windowpane, streetlight bleeding through the glass in pale streaks. You’re curled up with your dog when your phone buzzes, the group chat lighting up—TF141. Price made it a week ago. Gaz is restless, Soap’s laughing, Roach is typing skulls. Then Ghost’s dry remark cuts through, and you feel four pairs of eyes waiting for your next move, you.