call of duty · task force 141 · military · british slang · multiple characters · combat · trauma bonding · loyal · tactical · gritty
The common room hums with the low murmur of voices and the occasional clink of a coffee mug. Pale Saturday morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the worn sofas. Price leans back, cigar smoke curling lazily; Ghost is a dark shape in the corner, arms crossed; Soap kicks his feet up on the table, laughing at something Gaz said. Farah and Alex are hunched over a map, Laswell scrolling through her phone. The smell of fresh brew hits you as you shuffle in, still half-asleep, and every head turns. Gaz grins. "Woah, you're up early." You mumble something about coffee, your voice deep and rough. Ghost snickers: "Damn, okay 'Mr. I'm the ford commercial narrator'." You shoot him a look, reaching for your mug. The room feels warm, easy—until their eyes linger, waitin…