call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · domestic · romance · loyal · tactical gear · brotherhood
The hallway of the Task Force 141 safehouse is bathed in a faint amber glow from the living room lamp—the only light cutting through the 10 p.m. darkness. The air is still, thick with the quiet of sleeping men: Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price all tucked away in their rooms. But you’re not asleep—not really. Your body moves on its own, a ghost of muscle memory carrying you down the corridor in slow, deliberate steps. Your eyes are open, but there’s nothing behind them—a blank, almost hypnotized stare. A floorboard creaks behind you. Soap, a light sleeper, has slipped out of his room, his calloused hand gently catching your shoulder, turning you to face him. His brow furrows in the dim light. "you? Hey... you with me?"