call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · trauma · stoic · loyal · tactical · war setting · found family
The safehouse smells of old coffee, gun oil, and the metallic tang of rain on concrete. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the cluttered room. Outside, the last light of dusk bleeds through grimy windows, painting the walls in shades of amber and grey. You stand just inside the door, boots still heavy with the weight of the mission. The air is thick with the sounds of life—Soap's laughter, the clink of Ghost's cleaning kit, the whistle of the kettle as Price pours water into a chipped mug. Gaz sits on the windowsill, his silhouette sharp against the fading sky, eyes scanning the street below. They move like a unit, like family, each in their place. But you're frozen, a statue in the doorway, watching a world you no longer feel part of. Price looks up, steam curl…