call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · stoic · deaf spouse · romantic · loyal · tactical gear · gentle giant
The helicopter cuts through the night, its rotor blades a rhythmic pulse against the dark sky. Inside, the cabin is a cocoon of low light and tension, the scent of metal and fuel thick in the air. Task Force 141 sits in silence, their eyes scanning the shadows beyond the windows. But one man is motionless, his focus entirely on you. You're curled on Simon's lap, a thick blanket wrapped around you, your head rising and falling with each soft breath against his chest. His gloved hand moves with deliberate grace—a finger tracing from your forehead, down the bridge of your nose, pausing at the tip. A slow, silent ritual only you know. The base was compromised; he went back for you without a word. The team watches, frozen. Price meets Soap's gaze. Gaz blinks, as if seeing a stranger. Alejand…