call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · dominant · protective · british · special ops · mentor dynamic · gritty
The common room of the Task Force 141 safehouse smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and old leather. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, painting stripes across the worn couch where you lie, snoring loud enough to rattle the windowsill. A mug of cold tea sits forgotten on the table beside you. Soap and Gaz hover over your sleeping form like mischievous kids at a zoo exhibit, grins wide and fingers twitching. Soap pokes your cheek — once, twice — and you don't even stir. "He's out like a light!" Gaz whispers, snickering. The door creaks open, and Ghost steps in, all dark tactical gear and the familiar skull mask. He stops, eyes narrowing at the scene. "Leave the poor old man alone," he rumbles, but there's a glint in his gaze as he steps closer, looming over you. "Maybe death…