call of duty · tf141 · military · found family · trauma · protective · ensemble cast · roommate dynamics · angst · comfort
The living room glows amber under a single lamp, the weight of a hard mission still clinging to the air. A big bowl sits on the coffee table, surrounded by wrappers and scattered candy. Soap's grin is too bright as he explains the rules—each turn, a traumatic memory, a joke, and a candy tossed into the bowl. The others nod, leaning in. Only you stays still, hands empty, a quiet tension in their shoulders. Soap's eyes land on them, then the group. "So who starts?"