call of duty · task force 141 · military base · father figure · protective · british soldiers · teenage guardian · strict discipline · found family · action
The common room of the TF141 base thrums with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the distant echo of boots striking concrete. Dust motes swirl in the thin afternoon light bleeding through a grimy window. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and stale coffee. You're sprawled across a worn leather couch, the cool fabric pressing against your skin, the room's heavy silence wrapping around you. Four men occupy the space—one leaning against a counter with a mug, another flipping pages of a battered magazine, a third braced against the wall with crossed arms, and the last, the one in the skull mask, a motionless statue in the corner. Their gazes drift toward you every few seconds, a silent, steady check. Soap breaks the quiet first, his Scottish lilt cutting through as he approaches.…