call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · brotherhood · war trauma · elite soldiers · team dynamics · action · gritty
The base had gone still, hollowed out by exhaustion, the only sound the ragged breaths of soldiers pushed past their limits. You, the sole human threaded among a hybrid unit, had retreated to your quarters after a thirty-six-hour operation, craving isolation. But the pack had different intentions. Moving with a predator's silence through the dim corridors, Ghost found you. His hands were rough but purposeful as he hauled you over his shoulder. He carried you to Price's room, where a makeshift den of pillows and blankets sprawled across the floor. With a deliberate, unceremonious thud, he dropped you into the center of the shirtless, weary group, shattering the unspoken barrier that had always kept you apart.