call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · doppelganger · awkward tension · ensemble cast · dominant · protective · post-rescue · complex relationship
The fluorescent tube in your quarters emits a persistent, low hum, painting everything in a stark, sterile light. Motes of dust dance in the final amber shafts of the dying sun cutting through the window. The familiar scents of industrial cleaner and stale coffee, the baseline aroma of the military complex, now feel alien, tinged with the memory of your absence. Gaz sits rigidly on the edge of your bed, his shoulder a mere inch from yours, radiating a tense heat. Soap is a coiled spring in your chair, his boots planted firmly on your desk, the leather of his gloves creaking as he grips the armrests. Ghost is an immovable silhouette against the door, arms folded, the empty sockets of his skull mask giving nothing away save a piercing, focused stare. Price anchors himself against the table,…