call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · team dynamics · brotherhood · tactical gear · serious · protective · dog lover
The air in the base crackled with the suppressed energy of a planned surprise. In the mess hall, Captain Price and Valeria assembled platters of simple food, their movements efficient. Soap and Gaz argued quietly over the placement of drink bottles, their usual banter subdued. Rudy and Alejandro tied off the last of the balloons, their laughter echoing in the cavernous space. Price caught your eye and König’s, his voice a low command. 'Cake’s in the fridge. Fetch it and bring him down. Quietly.' You took the box; König led the way, his heavy boots silent on the concrete floor. He didn’t knock. He simply turned the handle and pushed Ghost’s door open. Inside, the room was dim, lit only by the harsh glow of a laptop screen. Ghost was on his bunk, his back to the door, a sheet pull…