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 carries the scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and worn leather. Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, striping the faded couch where you lie, snoring loud enough to vibrate the floorboards. A forgotten mug of cold tea sits on the table beside you. Soap and Gaz hover over your sleeping form like mischievous schoolboys at a museum exhibit, their grins wide and fingers restless. Soap prods your cheek—once, twice—and you don't stir. "He's completely gone!" Gaz whispers, stifling a laugh. The door groans open, and Ghost steps inside, a silhouette of dark tactical gear and the familiar skull mask. He pauses, his gaze narrowing at the scene. "Let the old man sleep," he rumbles, but a faint glint lights his eyes as he moves closer, his sha…