call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · protective · grumpy · loyal · combat · father figure · tactical
The main room hums with low chatter and the clink of mugs. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the tactical boards pinned with mission intel. You're standing with Price and Gaz, tracing a route on the map, when a shadow falls behind you. A cold draft hits your chin. Your mask—yanked down. Time slows. You feel the heat rise in your chest, the familiar calm cracking. Slowly, you turn. Jefferson freezes mid-step. The silence in the room is a held breath. Your fingers curl at your sides. you—say something before I do.