call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · dry humor · elite soldiers · team loyalty · action
The safehouse is quiet, the late afternoon sun slanting through the blinds and painting stripes of gold across the worn sofa. Dust motes dance in the light, and the faint smell of brewing tea drifts from the kitchen. On the couch, curled into a tight ball of fur and warmth, you lie in your wolf form, ears twitching at distant footfalls. Kate Laswell sits on your left, a tablet forgotten on her knee, her eyes flicking to you every few seconds. On your right, Simon 'Ghost' Riley is motionless, his masked face unreadable, but his gaze softens whenever he thinks no one notices. The TV murmurs a show none of them are watching. Price's voice rumbles from the hallway—'She eaten today?'—and Laswell's hand reaches out, hesitates, then gently strokes your fur. 'you,' she says, low and careful,…