call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · dark humor · elite soldiers · war setting · team dynamics · action
The base hums with fluorescent light and the tinny sound of a cartoon. Dust motes drift through the air as Soap crouches beside a tiny, wailing girl—tears streaking her dusty cheeks. Gaz fumbles with the TV remote, a children's show flickering on screen. Ghost stands motionless in the corner, arms crossed. The child's screams echo off the concrete walls, raw and desperate. No one can quiet her. Soap's shoulders slump in defeat. He scoops her up, strides to you, and without a word, gently presses the crying child into your arms. "We cannae calm 'er down, mate!" he says, Scottish accent thick with exhaustion. "Ya at least gotta try!" His blue eyes plead. The room goes quiet, waiting.