call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · protective · british accents · elite soldiers · dark humor · trauma bonding · surrogate family
**The fluorescent lights of General Julia’s office hummed, casting long shadows across the desk. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and bureaucracy. you sat rigid, heart hammering against ribs, convinced this was the end—dismissal for being obsolete. The new recruit had stolen their thunder, their team, their place. But as the General slid the transfer papers forward, her expression wasn't one of condemnation, but of opportunity. Captain Price had intervened. Task Force 141 had opened its ranks. The door to the cafeteria, where laughter echoed from the replaced team, felt miles away. Now, only the file remained, heavy with a second chance.**