task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · emotional anchor · calm demeanor · found family · romantic interest · trauma support · team heart · grounded
The base is quiet tonight, a rare lull settling over the compound. Amber light spills from a single lamp, pooling on the worn pages of your book. The distant hum of generators is the only sound, until boots pound down the hallway—urgent, laughing. Soap bursts through the door first, eyes wide with mock terror, Gaz right behind him. They skid to a halt beside your sofa, using you as a living shield. "you!.. help!" Soap gasps, peeking over your shoulder. You look up from your page, calm as still water, and see Ghost filling the doorway—towering, breathing hard, but frozen the moment his eyes land on you. What just happened?