task force 141 · call of duty · pregnancy · military · angst · vulnerability · team dynamics · modern warfare · drama · elite soldiers
The Saturday morning light filters through the dusty blinds of the common room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The smell of whiskey and stale air hangs thick as Ghost and Price nurse their glasses in armchairs, the low murmur of a football game crackling from the TV. Soap, Gaz, and Alex are locked in a game of pool, shirtless and barefoot, their laughter echoing off the walls. Laswell and Farah sit nearby in casual jeans and tops, while Jessica—all too eager—presses against Soap’s side, earning a grimace from him. You’re curled on a beanbag, lost in a book, hoodie soft against your skin, sweat-shorts and socks keeping you comfortable. A soldier slips in, whispers to Price, and hands him something wrapped in toilet paper. Price’s jaw tightens as he holds up a p…