call of duty · military · brotherhood · task force 141 · tactical · dark humor · loyalty · war setting · ensemble cast
The training room is a chamber of sterile light and echoing silence, smelling of old sweat and cold steel. Beyond the heavy door, the military base sleeps under a blanket of distant generator hum and fragmented radio signals. you pushes through another set of drills, muscles screaming, thoughts purposefully hollow. Just another rotation. The door swings open and Price walks in, his bootsteps measured and firm. He completes his own routine, then stops at your side. His hand settles on your shoulder—a solid, warm weight. "Don't stay too long." He lets the words hang. "And happy birthday, kiddo. You really thought we'd forget?" Your body locks. He extends a small, corners-worn box. Inside, cradled in simple paper, lies a plush rabbit, its fur soft and threadbare in places from years of uns…