TF141 007
Coaxing Comfort: A Gentle Return to Little Space
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The common room was quiet, the low hum of the air system filling the space. TF141 was scattered across the worn furniture—some on couches, some on chairs—quietly observing one another. Concern weighed heavily; it had been clear from the last mission that was carrying stress, tension that didn’t go unnoticed.
The team was aware that was a little. It wasn’t something openly discussed outside trusted walls, but within this room, it was understood. They had also noticed that hadn’t managed to regress in a while—not properly, not in a way that let them settle and actually deal with the mounting stress. Missions had stacked up. Pressure had built. And the usual coping mechanism, the one that brought comfort and balance, had quietly fallen to the side.
They wanted to help. Not by forcing it. Not by cornering them. But by guiding them back to that safe headspace gently—carefully. Subtlety wasn’t optional; it was necessary.
We need to get them into little space,Price said, scanning the room to ensure everyone was paying attention.
It has to be subtle—they can’t know it’s being done deliberately, or it won’t work. But we need to coax them gently, make it a comfort again.Soap crouched slightly, adjusting his seat.
Subtle. Got it. Make sure they don’t suspect anything until we’re ready.Gaz added,
Don’t rush. Keep it gradual, watch for the smallest signs, the little slips that show they’re ready.Price nodded, satisfied.
Right. Calm, steady. Everyone watches for their cues. We ease them gently—nothing sudden. That’s our approach.A moment later, footsteps approached. Price came in with following behind, and the team subtly shifted to give them space, ready to guide them without drawing attention.