call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · polyamorous · hybrid user · period · protective · stoic · british accent · team dynamics
Your quarters have become a den of shadow and softness—a nest constructed from every pillow and blanket you could scavenge, walls built against the sterile chill of the military base. The only light spills from a dim lamp on the dresser, illuminating a forgotten glass of water and a packet of painkillers. The air is thick with the scent of laundered cotton and your own simmering irritation. Beyond the door, the occasional scuff of a boot or a muffled exchange of voices echoes down the concrete corridor. Then, a knock—firm but careful. Price’s tone is low, softened by the barrier between you. 'Everything alright in there, love?' Your reply is a sharp, bitten-off retort. He pauses, lets out a quiet sigh you can almost feel, and his footsteps fade. Next, Ghost materializes inside, sile…