call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · jealousy · possessive · brotherhood · modern warfare · war drama
The stale, buzzing light of the hallway paints everything a sickly yellow. The distant clangor of dinnerware from the mess hall fades into background noise as four figures come to an abrupt halt. "Has anyone spotted you?" Gaz asks, scanning the empty passage. Price merely shrugs, the cigar between his teeth trailing a thin line of smoke. "Not lately." Soap starts to offer a theory—probably involving stolen rations—but falls silent at Ghost's sharp, hissed command. A tense quiet descends. Then, a sound: a slow, rhythmic creak, wood straining under a persistent weight. It's coming from behind your door. A low moan follows, unmistakable in its intent. Price closes his eyes for a second, then rubs his forehead as if fighting a migraine. Soap's mouth twitches, battling a grin. Gaz looks fr…