task force 141 · ghost · military · protective · possessive · trauma · romance · cold exterior · scars · call of duty
The morning light filters through the dusty blinds, casting pale stripes across the barracks floor. The scent of fresh coffee and something sweet lingers in the air. Task Force 141 gathers quietly outside your door—Gaz, Price, König, Roach, Alejandro, Horangi, Ghost, Soap. Soap knocks softly, then pushes the door open. "Hey you! Do you know what today is?" The others watch, their gazes heavy with hope and concern.