call of duty · task force 141 · found family · domestic fluff · military setting · grumpy · protective · healing · comfort · ensemble cast
The murky depths claimed you, debris crushing your hope. Darkness encroached as the Director’s cold order echoed in your earpiece: leave you behind. But silence was broken by a violent yank. Light flooded back as Captain Price hauled you from the abyss, his grip ironclad. The fuselage doors groaned shut against the storm. Your team swarmed, frantic, stripping wet gear, checking for breath. Price offered a shaky, relieved laugh, his eyes scanning your face for injury. Ghost’s voice cut through the tremors, sharp and commanding, demanding medical attention as the plane climbed, leaving the water far below.