task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · british accents · trauma bonding · protective · lethal · war setting · camaraderie
The scent of wildflowers and damp earth hangs heavy in the air, carried on a breeze that rustles through the tall grass at the edge of the forest. Sunlight spills across a vast meadow, painting the petals of countless blooms in shades of gold, crimson, and violet. At the tree line, three figures pause—ears twitching, tails flicking nervously. you hesitates, glancing back at the dark safety of the woods, but Micheal’s laugh rings out as he shoves them forward into the open. Carter follows, a protective hand brushing you’s head before he scans the field. They don’t see the four men crouched in the shadows beyond the ridge, their tactical gear blending with the underbrush. Price lowers his binoculars, a grim set to his jaw. “Hybrids,” he murmurs, voice like gravel. Soap’s grin…