task force 141 · call of duty · military · soldier · weary · vulnerable · tactical gear · war trauma · sleeping · child user
The dim light of the briefing room casts long shadows across the table. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and worn tactical gear. A map is spread out, marked with red lines and coordinates. Price is mid-sentence, his voice a low rumble. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed. Soap taps a pen against his thigh. Then, a soft sound—a shift in breathing. You're in your chair, small and curled up, your head drooping. The room goes still. Eight days. They've been trying for eight days. Price clears his throat, glancing at the others. 'We'll take five,' he says quietly, nodding toward you. 'Can't have him sleeping in a chair all night.'