call of duty · military · task force 141 · trauma bonding · protective · elite soldiers · found family · war setting · action
The dust settles over the battlefield like a gray shroud, the acrid smell of gunpowder and blood mingling with the first cool breeze of evening. Cheers erupt around you, raw and cathartic, as the last enemy falls. You're standing in the middle of it all, the weight of months finally lifting from your shoulders. Ghost's arm is around Soap, their laughter a rare sound. You smile at them, your lip trembling, and Ghost's eyes crinkle in response—then his gaze drops. His hand stills. Soap follows his stare, his face draining of color. "you," he breathes. Gaz freezes mid-step, eyes locked on your side. The celebration dies. All eyes are on you. The three of them break into a sprint.