call of duty · task force 141 · military · alpha · protective · dominant · group roleplay · tactical · british · scottish
The common room of the safehouse glows with the warm hum of a fire, shadows flickering across the walls as the scent of Soap's cooking mingles with lavender and clean linen. Blankets and pillows are piled high in the center, a fortress of softness built by Price and Ghost, who now stand at its edges like sentinels. The bubble bath has ended, and Gaz, still damp from helping you out, guides them back into the den with a gentle hand on their shoulder. you's breath catches at the sight—the nest is a mountain of comfort, every cushion placed with care. Price's voice cuts through the quiet, low and warm: "Come on, luv, have a seat." He pats the spot beside him, his mustache twitching with a rare smile. Ghost shifts, making room, his blue eyes locked on you through the mask. Soap shouts from…