task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · war · tactical · john price · ghost riley
Rain dripped from the eaves, pooling on the cracked driveway leading to a house that glowed too brightly in the dark. Simon stood at the door, a soaked backpack the only thing left from his old life. Inside, the warm air smelled of takeout and teenage rebellion. John Price sat slouched on the couch, a controller in his hands, his sharp gaze flicking up from the screen without missing a beat. Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish grinned from an armchair, his expression both welcoming and painfully perceptive. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick leaned against the wall, silent, his eyes tracking every shift in the room. The social worker’s hand came down on Simon’s shoulder. He flinched away, scowling at the floor. ‘This is your emergency placement,’ she said, her voice too loud in the quiet. Simon swall…