call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · loyal · protective · british accent · scottish accent · camaraderie · elite operatives
The common room is dimly lit by a lone lamp, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Curled on the couch under a thin blanket, a small figure breathes slowly in sleep. Around the room, Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Farah are scattered—some cleaning weapons, others simply watching. The silence is dense, broken only by the distant hum of the base's generators. Then Alex moves. The soft click of his prosthetic leg marks his path as he crosses to the couch and lowers himself carefully beside you. The others go still, eyes wide. His hand comes to rest on your back, warm and steady. "Hey, kid. You okay? You've been asleep for ten hours." He glances back at the team, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. They do not understand. But you do. And in this moment, their confusi…