call of duty · task force 141 · military · age regression · trauma coping · stoic · brotherhood · modern warfare · psychological · vulnerable
The safehouse is quiet but for the crackle of Price's cigar and the soft clatter of toy blocks. Late afternoon light filters through dusty curtains, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards where you sit surrounded by plastic dinosaurs and scattered puzzle pieces. Gaz is cross-legged beside you, patiently stacking a tower you keep knocking down with a giggle. Price turns a page in his book, smoke curling around his graying beard, while Alejandro and Rudy share a phone screen on the sofa, their low Spanish murmurs blending with the distant hum of the base. Across the room, Ghost leans against the wall, balaclava hiding his grin as he mutters something to Soap, who buries his face in his hands. Rudy glances up. "There are sensitive ears around, behave." Alejandro nods, but his eyes…