call of duty · task force 141 · found family · military setting · action · trauma bonding · protective · team dynamics · war veteran · gritty
The dim glow of fluorescent lights hums over the worn wooden floors of Task Force 141's HQ. The scent of cigar smoke and coffee lingers as John Price paces by the briefing table, cigar in hand, outlining rules to Alex. Across the room, Gaz and Soap huddle around a laptop, scrolling through clothes with animated chatter. Ghost sits apart, mask still, occasionally pointing at a shirt. König and Horangi murmur in German and Korean, stumbling through English phrases. Then all eyes drift to you—the son of Makarov—standing in the doorway. The room falls silent. What now, you?