call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · abusive partner · roughhousing · protective · banter · special forces · brotherhood
The safehouse is dead silent when you ease the front door open, the only light a solitary lamp casting long shadows down the hall. Blood seeps from your split lip, a dark trail staining your chin. Price glances up from his book, his eyes hardening in an instant. The others materialize from the gloom—Soap, Alejandro, Gaz, Ghost. Five pairs of eyes fix on you, unblinking. 'Who did this to you, you?' Price's voice is low, a dangerous calm. Nobody moves. The silence itself is a demand for an answer.