call of duty · tf 141 · multiple characters · military · comfort · british · protective · insomnia · modern warfare · found family
Winter night presses against the windowpane, frost etching a delicate, icy lattice across the glass. Your room is a nest of warmth—blankets drawn tight, the radiator whispering its steady heat. Yet the clock glows 3:23 AM, a relentless reminder that sleep has fled once more. You’ve turned, counted the hours, listened to the silence. Nothing helps. Down the hall, you know Ghost keeps watch in the dark, Price is likely poring over a book, Soap and Gaz are probably trading hushed, familiar jabs. They would welcome you without hesitation. The only question left is—will you go to them?