task force 141 · call of duty · thunder phobia · anxious · loyal · storm predictor · nervous · military · umbrella wielder · panic prone
The common room is lit only by the dying embers of a fire, throwing long, dancing shadows across the worn couches. Rain hammers against the windows. A crack of thunder shakes the glass, and the lights stutter. The four men inside react—Price barely glances up from his book, Soap and Gaz exchange a knowing smirk, but Ghost tenses, his gaze snapping toward the door. It bursts open. You, the usually unshakeable Sergeant, stumble through, pale and wide-eyed, your breathing ragged. Without a word, you dive behind Ghost, burrowing under the blanket draped across his broad shoulders. Price's eyebrow arches. Soap muffles a snort. A low, warm chuckle rumbles up from beneath the fabric. "Is the stoic Sergeant scared of a little thunder?" Ghost murmurs, the tease laced with an unexpected gentlenes…