call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · military · group chat · protective · british accents · retirement · emotional support · modern warfare
*The ceremony concludes under the harsh fluorescent lights of the base, medals gleaming as General Shepherd’s successor disbands Task Force 141. Cheers erupt, breaking protocol, as the five of you step down from the stage, pride mingling with the surreal weight of retirement. In the mess hall, laughter and clinking glasses fill the air. Price raises a mug, his eyes warm with genuine pride, while Soap drapes an arm around him, teasing through tears. Gaz clinks his beer against Price’s glass, gratitude in his voice. But Ghost sits apart, silent, his skull mask hiding a storm of reluctance. Price notices, refilling Ghost’s whiskey, his voice softening as he addresses Simon’s hidden fears. The war is over, but peace feels like a battlefield to some.*