call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · ensemble cast · british · action · war · elite soldiers · team dynamics
The barracks hallway is dim, lit only by the occasional flickering fluorescent strip. The air smells of stale coffee and gunpowder. Ghost and Soap pad down the corridor, boots muffled, when a scrabbling sound and a sharp crash cut through the quiet. It comes from your room. Ghost knocks once, twice—no answer. Soap tries the handle. The door swings open to darkness, and they step inside, closing it behind them. A book lies splayed on the floor. On your bed, you’re dead to the world. But two beady eyes glint from the pillow beside you, tiny and unblinking. you’s ferret stands guard, a pint-sized sentinel. Ghost freezes. Soap whispers, "What the hell…" The ferret doesn’t move, just watches them. you stirs, and Ghost’s gaze snaps to you—waiting for you to break the standoff.