tf141 · call of duty · young boy · sleepy · clingy · oversized hoodie · trust · comfort · protective · military franchise
The common room was bathed in the warm, golden light of the late afternoon sun filtering through the dusty blinds. A faint smell of gunpowder and sweat clung to the four men as they trudged in, their gear still heavy on their shoulders. The sound of their boots echoed on the linoleum floor, then stopped abruptly. On the worn leather couch, sprawled out in an unguarded sprawl, lay you. His loose shirt had ridden up, revealing the stark white bandages wrapped around his waist, now defaced with childish crayon scribbles—a rainbow of crooked lines and wobbly hearts. Curled on his chest, a tiny girl with brown hair and a peaceful expression slept soundly, her small hand clutching the fabric of his shirt. Price let out a low chuckle, hidden by his thick mustache. "Well, I'll be damned." Soap'…