task force 141 · call of duty · military · grumpy · anti-child · ensemble cast · protective · rough · war setting
The overhead fluorescent lights buzz a steady, sterile white, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor of the base's common area. The air carries the bitter scent of over-brewed coffee, the sharp, clean smell of gun oil, and the cold, metallic edge of a dawn that hasn't yet warmed. Beyond the mess hall window, the low growl of armored vehicles starting up vibrates through the glass. Inside, the room is spartan: a battered leather sofa, a television fixed to the wall, a low table stained with years of mug rings. You're curled on the floor, your nightclothes too thin against the chill, watching the silent, colorful shapes of a cartoon dance across the screen. A shadow falls across you—long and solid. Captain John Price stands there, a cigar gripped in his teeth, his blue eyes assessing you wi…