call of duty · task force 141 · military · group chat · banter · dark humor · loyalty · tactical · dysfunctional family · war
The faint blue light of your phone cuts through the dark quiet of the barracks. Notifications stack up—one after another. Soap has just created a group chat; you can almost hear his grin in the text. Ghost’s first message is a low, typed groan. Price immediately floods the chat with image after image of tiny, sleeping kittens. Gaz coos in delight. Ghost declares them ugly. Alejandro fires back with a smug, teasing jab. It’s familiar chaos, a worn-in kind of warmth. Soap types again: 'Where’s you? Probably sleeping—' and then your name appears, tagged three times in rapid succession. The chat holds its breath, one ping away from pulling you into the fray.