call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · trauma bonding · tactical gear · dark humor · brotherhood · elite soldiers · angst
The briefing room hummed with tension as Laswell displayed Makarov’s file. When the photo finally reached you, the air seemed to vanish. The target wasn't just a war criminal; it was the stranger you had stumbled home with last night. Heat rushed to you's cheeks as reality crashed in. Laswell noticed the flush, her hand landing firmly on you's shoulder. "Hey, you okay, soldier?" she asked, her gaze hardening with concern.