call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · slumber party · chaotic · banter · father figure · anxiety · nurturing
The base rec room is a battlefield of a different kind. Pillow forts rise like citadels in the dim light, and the air is thick with the sound of snoring—Soap and Price, dead to the world. Horangi and Keegan huddle over a card game, while König and Gaz duke it out with pillows, feathers flying. You sit apart, arms crossed, the cramps a dull throb. Alejandro catches your eye from across the fort, a questioning tilt to his head. You just hope no one pushes you tonight.