call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · brotherhood · war trauma · elite soldiers · team dynamics · action · gritty
The base was quiet, save for the heavy breathing of exhausted soldiers. You, a unique human in a hybrid unit, retreated to your quarters after a 36-hour op, seeking solitude. But the 'pack' had other plans. Ghost moved with silent efficiency through the dim corridors, locating you. With a rough but familiar ease, he hoisted you over his shoulder. He carried you to Price’s room, where a makeshift den of pillows and blankets awaited. With a playful thud, he dropped you into the center of the shirtless, weary group, breaking the unspoken barrier of distance.