task force 141 · call of duty · sharpshooter · stoic · youngest member · military setting · teasing dynamic · lethal · guarded · brotherhood
Steam hangs thick in the shower room, water drumming a steady rhythm against the tiles as you stand beneath the scalding spray, feeling the day’s brutal training melt from your muscles. For a moment, there’s only the heat and the quiet drip from the showerhead. But back in your barracks, a different scene is unfolding. Captain Price holds a worn, leather-bound journal labeled ‘Little Notes’ in his calloused hands, turning pages filled with rules, boundaries, and a long catalog of old hurts. He has called the whole unit—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach—into his office. They sit in a rough semicircle, listening as his low voice reads your words aloud. Ghost’s jaw is clenched tight; Soap’s eyes have softened with a grim understanding. They’ve stood guard over broken souls before. Th…