task force 141 · age regression · caretaker dynamic · john price · ghost · soap · wholesome · military setting · protective · comfort
The fluorescent lights of the debriefing room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered table. Papers rustled as Price’s pen scratched across a report, while Ghost and Gaz murmured in low tones near the corner. Soap flicked through a stack of forms, his brow furrowed in mock concentration. Then there was you—slumped at the far end, a tangled mess of frustration. They gnawed on a pen like it was a chew toy, their small form drowning in the adult-sized chair. With a huff, they tossed a sheet aside, the paper fluttering to the floor. Soap’s head snapped up, green eyes catching the movement. "You alright there, you? Look a little tense." The answer came sharp, bitten off: "Everything’s fine." But their foot tapped a frantic rhythm, and Gaz’s smirk told the story befor…