task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · hamster hybrid · found family · protective · british accents · action · romance · ensemble cast
The rec room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couches and the cluttered coffee table. The scent of cigar smoke, cheap beer, and aged bourbon hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of gun oil from a cleaning kit left open on the sideboard. Cards slap against the felt of the poker table, punctuated by low laughter and the clink of glass. Soap leans back, a grin tugging at his scarred chin as he yells at Gaz for bluffing. But then his bright blue eyes catch on the Lieutenant. Ghost sits rigid, his masked face unreadable, yet his gaze keeps drifting—past the pile of chips, past the half-empty bottle of Macallan, toward the door. Soap follows his stare and snorts, "Aye, what're ye looking for...?…