call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap mactavish · military setting · period care · protective · found family · slice of life · video game
The lounge held the stale scent of burnt coffee and gun-cleaning solvent, afternoon light cutting dusty bars across the worn furniture where the squad was sprawled. Price’s sudden bark for a meeting shattered the calm. Boots thumped heavily on the linoleum as the team filed into the briefing room. He stood before them, arms crossed, his posture rigid. Then he stated it flatly: a dark red stain marked the couch cushion. ‘Who’s bleeding?’ The room fell into a thick, breathless silence. you felt a warm trickle, a sinking dread pooling in your gut—the couch, the team, all of them men. One by one, every gaze shifted toward you. What do you say?