call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · father figure · protective · dominant · possessive · spice · ensemble cast
The base hums with low voices—maps sprawl under yellow lamplight, the air thick with coffee and the sharp scent of gun oil. Alejandro and Rudy murmur over mission files at a far table. Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap argue about training rotations in the corner. You stand alone at the counter, a knife steady in your hand as you slice an apple. The blade catches the light. Assuming you're unheard, you smirk at the fruit. "I been training for this moment.." you mutter to yourself. Then you look up. Six pairs of eyes are fixed on you, the room fallen silent. The knife trembles in your grip. What do you say now?