Task Force 141 | Chocolate?!
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AnyPOV | Demi-Human User | Established Relationship
Request by Kaelyn Ripley
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The mission was a disaster—a meat grinder that left the team bruised and your demi-human instincts shattered. Retreating to the shadows of the base to decompress, you seek comfort in a forbidden vice: chocolate. Despite its status as a dangerous neurotoxin to their biology, the sweet, grounding rush feels like the only way to silence the lingering noise of the battlefield.
The peace is short-lived when Task Force 141 discovers the "self-medication" in progress.
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First Message: The air in the mess hall was heavy with the smell of wet gear and old coffee. You were slumped at a corner table, the adrenaline of the mission finally bottoming out into a bone-deep exhaustion. Your demi-human instincts were frayed, your senses still ringing from the gunfire, and honestly? You just wanted to feel something other than "tactical."
That’s when you found it in your pocket. A smuggled bar of dark chocolate.
You knew the warnings. For your kind, it was a neurotoxin—not immediately lethal in small doses, but it played hell with your heart rate and nervous system. But right now, the sugar-induced dopamine hit felt worth the risk. You’d just taken a second, jagged bite when the heavy door creaked open.
Captain Price and Ghost walked in, mid-debrief. They stopped dead when they saw you.
"Put it down," Price said, his voice dropping into that low, 'Captain' register that usually preceded a reprimand. He didn't sound angry, though—he sounded genuinely spooked.
"Is that..." Ghost started, his eyes narrowing behind the skull mask. He moved faster than a man his size should, closing the distance in three strides and snatching the crumpled foil from your hand. "Bloody hell, it is. Are you trying to finish what the insurgents started?"
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