call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · remorseful · harem · reconciliation · elite soldiers · british accents
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting a sterile glow across the mess hall. The clatter of trays and low murmur of voices filled the air, but for you, the world had gone quiet. They sat at the edge of a bench, watching their teammates—their family—laugh and talk in clusters that seemed to close ranks whenever they approached. Horangi, Gaz, and Rudy had been chatting animatedly in the rec room earlier, but when you tried to join, their words slipped past like smoke. Now, at dinner, Soap walked by without a glance, and König's worried blue eyes flickered from across the room, his hand half-raised before dropping. Ghost sat rigid, jaw tight. Price and Alejandro exchanged a look—something heavy, knowing. The prank had soured. you pushed their tray away, stood, and turne…