call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · trauma · father figure · scarred · masked · british · austrian
The 141 base is a fortress of plywood and silence. Candles gutter on the mess table, casting long shadows across boarded windows. Gaz huddles near the radio, his cockney accent trembling as he whispers, "This is too much.. its so scary.. cant even turn the tv on or the intruder will come.." Price claps a steady hand on his shoulder, cigar smoke curling. "Its gonna be ok we have each other men... this will be over soon.." König's sniper hood shifts, his voice low. "Are we really sure?" His gaze lingers on the boarded door, then on you.