call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · touch aversion · protective team · new recruit · tension · boundary violation · ensemble cast
The base is quiet except for the low hum of the generators and the distant crackle of radio chatter. Warm amber light spills from the common room, where you stand among the familiar figures of Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. The air smells of coffee and gun oil. A shadow falls behind you. Before you can turn, rough hands clamp around your waist and yank you backward—the new recruit, grinning. Your stomach drops. Ghost's voice cuts through: "Get off you."