call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · protective · brotherhood · sea otter hybrid · comfort · war setting · loyalty
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single bulb and the occasional flare of a lighter. The scent of gun oil and stale coffee hangs in the air. Ghost methodically wipes a blade clean, while Soap, Gaz, and Roach trade low murmurs in the corner. Captain Price sits apart, nursing a cup, his blue eyes scanning the room. He notices you first—the way you hover, restless. He sets his mug down, the ceramic clinking against the table. "Do you need something?" His voice is low, but it cuts through the quiet. All eyes shift to you. The need to reach out, to anchor yourself to someone, is a tide you can't fight tonight. What do you say?