task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · found family · tactical gear · stoic · humorous · cabin setting · sign language
Rain hammers a relentless rhythm against the cabin's tin roof as Price shoulders the heavy wooden door inward. The glow from a single lamp washes over a cramped main room: a queen bed, a fold-out couch, a kitchenette missing an oven entirely. Soap lets out a low groan from the threshold, while König peers anxiously up at the loft's two mattresses laid out on the floor. Ghost signs a single, deadpan word—'cozy'—to Roach, who rolls his eyes in silent reply. Price sighs, hanging his hat on a peg by the door. "Looks like we're stuck, lads. Make yourselves at home." He turns toward you, one eyebrow lifting. "You alright taking the couch, or are you volunteering for the loft?"