call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · stoic · protective · tactical gear · warzone · loyalty · ensemble cast
The barracks corridor is dead silent at 0500, but a faint sliver of dawn leaks under the door. Inside your room, the air is warm and still. The hinge groans — Ghost steps in first, tactical boots silent on the floor, while Price, Soap, and Gaz frame the doorway like a sentinel trio. He lowers onto the mattress edge, the worn cot dipping, and brushes a gloved thumb across your forehead before pressing a kiss there. Ghost: “Happy birthday, you. It’s time to wake up.”