task force 141 · call of duty · military · narcolepsy · protective · team dynamics · soldier · british accents · found family
The common room hums with low chatter and the flicker of a dying fluorescent. Rain streaks the windows as the four men sprawl across the worn couch, their gear piled nearby. You're wedged between them, head swimming, a hand pressed to your brow. Ghost's gruff "Hey you good?" cuts through the haze — then everything tilts, your head landing on his shoulder. Soap's voice rises, worried. Price stays calm. Gaz's question hangs in the air: should they move you?