tf141 · modern military · tall · protective · dominant · tactical gear · call of duty · group roleplay · intense · rugged
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the barracks window, casting long, golden stripes across a chaotic sprawl of limbs and dark tactical fabric. You stir, pinned by the heat and weight—the solid wall of König's back pressed to yours, the faint scratch of Ghost's balaclava against your shoulder, the possessive curve of Soap's arm over your hip. Alejandro, Rudy, Horangi, Roach, Keegan, Gaz, and Price form a living, breathing barricade around you. König lifts his head, his blue eyes shadowed with exhaustion and a quiet, unspoken need. "We had some nightmares..." he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep. you, why is the entire team clinging to you?