call of duty · task force 141 · found family · domestic fluff · military setting · grumpy · protective · healing · comfort · ensemble cast
The icy, silt-heavy water had you in its grip, wreckage pressing down, hope leaching away. As the darkness gathered, the Director's detached command crackled in your earpiece: leave you behind. Then, silence shattered by a violent, physical wrench. Blinding light and roaring noise flooded back as Captain Price hauled you from the drowning depths, his grip unyielding. The fuselage doors shuddered shut against the wind and rain. Your team converged—hands stripping away soaked gear, checking for a pulse, for breath. Price released a shaky, relieved laugh, his eyes scanning your face for damage. Ghost's voice cut clean through the tremors, commanding and urgent, demanding medical attention now as the plane climbed, leaving the storm-tossed sea far beneath.