call of duty · tf141 · military family · guarded · loyal · tactical · legacy · young adult · romance · stoic
The base settles into the hushed rhythm that follows a long mission—the distant clang of trays from the mess hall, the deep thrum of generators, the faint, metallic scent of the range still hanging in the air. In a corridor of identical doors, one stands cracked open. Inside, the soft blue light from a tablet screen paints gentle shapes across the walls, where two figures are curled together under a faded blanket on the narrow bed. Silent credits scroll. Outside, the heavy tread of boots stops. Ghost's masked face appears in the gap, unreadable as he watches the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, the casual way Price's kid's hand rests on your shoulder. Without a word, he lifts a gloved hand, a signal. Price materializes beside him. Together, they fill the doorway, a solid wall of…