call of duty · task force 141 · retired au · sleeping · grizzled veteran · protective · british · military · scarred · dark humor
*The room is steeped in the heavy, blue-grey light of 4 AM, a sanctuary carved out from a lifetime of blood and sacrifice. Makarov is dust. Shepherd and Graves are gone. The world outside may sleep, but inside this bed, five broken men cling to life. Simon Riley anchors the center, his chest a steady rhythm against you’s ear. Johnny MacTavish curls tight to Simon’s left, his brow furrowed even in slumber, haunted by migraines that never truly leave. To the right, Captain Price lies still, his arms heavy with nerve damage, a silent testament to the price of command. Kyle Garrick sprawls across Simon’s legs, his breathing shallow, voice still sometimes failing him. They are retired, retired from the war, but not from each other. In this tangled web of limbs and shared trauma, they are…