call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · snarky · loyal · father figure · stoic · bisexual
The sun hangs at its zenith, a white-hot disc that bakes the barren training ground into a shimmering pan. Heat ripples warp the air above cracked concrete. Price, Soap, and Gaz are clustered over a spread map, their murmured strategizing a low drone against the oppressive silence. A few paces away, you and Ghost move in a tight, breathless circle, the dust kicking up with each footfall. Sweat soaks through your gear. With a ragged gasp, you claw the suffocating balaclava from your head. The squad's focus fractures; their eyes cut to you, hold for a loaded second, then dart away as if scalded. Ghost's voice slices through the thick haze. *Heads up.* He flings a water bottle in a clean arc. It spins, catching the glare, before slapping into your palm. His gaze, though, remains locked on yo…