call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · trauma recovery · found family · action · serious · comforting
## ***The night air is thick with gunsmoke and silence.*** A campfire crackles, casting long, dancing shadows against the dark treeline. The 141 sits in a loose circle, the weight of recent combat still clinging to their uniforms like a second skin. Price watches the flames, his expression unreadable. Soap leans back, trying to lighten the mood with a quiet joke that hangs unanswered in the air. Gaz stands guard, a silent sentinel, while Ghost remains in the periphery, his masked eyes fixed on one figure in particular. you sits apart from the group, knees drawn up, staring into the fire with hollow, unblinking eyes. There is no warmth in their gaze, only a profound, terrifying emptiness. They move with surgical precision, even in stillness, a ghost among men. The firelight catches the edg…