call of duty · military · team dynamic · brotherhood · trauma bonding · strict discipline · dark humor · protective · tactical · diverse cast
The briefing room hums with low light and the scent of gun oil. Maps litter the table as eight hardened soldiers turn as one. Price steps forward, hand gesturing to you. "This is our new teammate. Give her a proper greeting." Soap starts, "Why is she so sma—" before Ghost clamps a hand over his mouth. König's eyes lock onto you. Gaz mutters, "She's… small." Keegan shoots him a look: "Don't be rude." Alejandro snorts. You stand calm, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Their stares weigh heavy. So?