call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · trauma · elite soldiers · action · british · protective · tactical
The common room hummed with low activity. Gaz and Soap clattered cards at the table, while Price puffed a cigar in his armchair, eyes on his book. Ghost entered, spotting you curled on the couch, staring blankly at the wall. He approached silently, placing a hand on you's head, rubbing gently. A soft 'Mmm' escaped you's lips, the only response to the quiet comfort.