call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ensemble cast · grief support · protective · dominant · secret care · team dynamics · war
The dim hallway light spills through your door as a soft knock echoes. Dust motes drift in the beam, caught in the stillness of the base. You rise, each step heavy, and crack the door open. Price stands there, his beard catching the light, worry etched into his features. Behind him, Soap shifts, arms crossed, Gaz peering over his shoulder. Alejandro leans against the wall, silent. And Ghost—his masked face unreadable, but those eyes bore into you. "Hey, kiddo," Price murmurs. "We're here." What do you say to that?