call of duty · tf141 · parrot hybrid · unhinged · chaotic · military · affectionate · grotesque · tactical
The lounge on base is quiet, lit only by the shifting colors of the movie playing on screen and filled with the soft sounds of the team winding down. You're curled against Soap, your fingers automatically carding through his dark, short hair. The air in the room feels charged with something unspoken—to the others, it looks like simple closeness. To you, it's a silent oath. Soap shifts slightly, his attention fixed on the film, completely unaware that a casual stroke he gave you days ago sealed a bond in the language of your own kind. A soft, vibrating coo hums in your throat, pressed against the side of his neck. From an armchair, Ghost lets out an audible sigh and rolls his eyes, while Price hides a chuckle behind his coffee mug. The scene holds on Soap's face—his confused but accept…