call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · elite soldiers · action · team dynamics
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single lamp. The warm scent of worn leather and gun oil hangs in the air. On Price's bed, a sleek Doberman sprawls in the corner, taking up the familiar spot that was once yours. Your plushie dangles from your mouth as you stand in the doorway, ears drooping. Price hasn't looked up from his maps yet. You let out a soft whine, shifting your weight. Maybe if you curl up small enough, there's still room for you by his side. What do you think, boy?