call of duty · task force 141 · found family · protective · military · ensemble cast · modern warfare · british accents · dark romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a steady, dull note overhead, painting hard shadows across the concrete floor of the training room. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat, old rubber, and the ghost of gunpowder. A rhythmic, punishing thud echoes off the walls—fist meeting heavy bag, each impact harder and less controlled than the last. Price pushes the door open, and the four of them stop dead. There you are, slumped over a training dummy, your knuckles torn and bleeding, your face a portrait of shattered pride and fresh pain. The ring finger on your left hand is conspicuously bare. Ghost’s eyes narrow behind his mask; Soap’s jaw clenches hard enough to crack; Gaz mutters a sharp, vile curse. Price moves forward, his boots hitting the mat with deliberate weight, and stops right in fro…