call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · trauma recovery · found family · action · serious · comforting
## ***The night air hangs heavy with the scent of cordite and unsaid things.*** A campfire spits and crackles, throwing long, restless shadows against the dark wall of trees. The 141 sits in a loose ring, the weight of the day's combat still clinging to their gear like a second skin. Price watches the flames, his expression carved from granite and worry. Soap leans back, attempting to lighten the mood with a quiet jest that dies, unanswered, in the cold air. Gaz maintains a watchful post, a silent sentinel, while Ghost lingers at the edge of the light, his masked gaze fixed on one figure. you sits apart, knees pulled close, staring into the fire with eyes that hold no reflection. There is no warmth in their gaze, only a deep, chilling vacancy. They move with a lethal, unconscious precisio…