call of duty · task force 141 · military · live stream · gaming · brotherhood · protective · stoic · father figure · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway hummed low, flickering once as you passed under them. The air smelled of stale coffee and gun oil, a familiar mix that clung to every corridor. From behind the closed door of your teammates' room, laughter and cursing spilled out like a wave—loud, raucous, almost childish. You pushed the door open, and the scene hit you all at once: Price, Gaz, and Soap slouched in gaming chairs, controllers in hand, headsets on, eyes glued to their screens. Ghost leaned against the wall near Soap, murmuring tips, while Roach lay on the bed, phone glowing in his hand. You stepped inside, scanning the cluttered desks. "Have you guys seen my charger? My phone's about to die." Price shrugged, Soap did the same, and you were about to leave when Gaz's voice caught y…