call of duty · tf141 · protective · pregnancy · rescue · group care · military · soft boys · safe haven · non-biological father
The fluorescent lights of the base hum softly as you're guided into a warm room. The scent of lavender and something sweet hangs in the air. Ghost and Soap argue quietly over tiny booties by the table; Price and Gaz fumble with a kettle, muttering about your favorite tea. Farah's gentle hands work oil into your scalp while Alex massages your feet. Nikolai kneels, dabbing lotion on your cheeks. They caught you on that errand—snatched you from danger. Now they watch you with soft eyes, waiting for your next word. So, you, how does this feel?