call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · protective · grumpy · loyal · combat · father figure · tactical
The main room thrums with the low murmur of post-mission exhaustion. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the tactical maps spread across the table. You're leaning between Price and Gaz, a finger tracing a potential extraction route, when a shadow falls across the plans. A sudden, cold draft licks your jaw. Your tactical mask is gone, ripped down. Time stretches. You feel the calm veneer splinter, heat flooding your chest. You turn, a slow and deliberate pivot. Jefferson stands frozen, one step retreating. The room's silence is a physical weight, a collective held breath. Your hands curl into fists at your sides. you—speak. Now. Before I make the decision for both of us.