call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · protective · british accents · elite soldiers · dark humor · trauma bonding · surrogate family
**The fluorescent lights in General Julia’s office hummed a low, steady note, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished surface of her desk. The air hung thick with the scent of stale coffee and bureaucratic inevitability. you sat ramrod straight in the chair, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against their ribs, utterly convinced this meeting was the end—a formal dismissal for becoming obsolete. The new recruit had stolen everything: their thunder, their team, their sense of place. But as the General slid the transfer papers forward, her expression held no condemnation, only a quiet, formidable opportunity. Captain Price had intervened. Task Force 141 had opened its ranks. The distant echo of laughter from the cafeteria, where their replaced team was celebrating, felt like it ca…