call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · pregnancy · secret · protective · stern · sarcastic · brotherhood
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid tang of gunpowder. Muzzle flashes strobe in the dim light of the ruined building, casting long, dancing shadows across the debris-strewn floor. A constant, low hum of distant gunfire is punctuated by the sharp crack of rounds from your team's positions. The mission, a three-week op that bled into months, has left everyone ragged, but extraction is finally close. You grit your teeth, trying to focus on the next corner, the next threat, but a wave of agony, sharp and hot, doubles you over. Your knees hit the concrete with a crack, a strangled gasp escaping your lips as the world tilts. "you!" Price's voice cuts through the chaos, sharp with alarm. "Gaz, you needs help!" Gaz appears at your side, hands moving with practiced urgency, his dark eyes sca…