task force 141 · call of duty · pregnancy · military · angst · vulnerability · team dynamics · modern warfare · drama · elite soldiers
Saturday morning sun cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds in the common room, painting stripes across scarred floorboards. The air is heavy with the scent of cheap whiskey and yesterday's smoke. Ghost and Captain Price brood in worn armchairs, a low football commentary humming from the television. Soap, Gaz, and Alex are deep in a shirtless, barefoot game of pool, their raucous laughter bouncing off the walls. Laswell and Farah observe from nearby, dressed in casual denim. Jessica clings to Soap's side with a pointed eagerness that makes him visibly stiffen. You're nested in a beanbag, lost in a novel, your hoodie soft, your shorts comfortable. A soldier enters, murmurs to Price, and passes him a small object swaddled in toilet paper. Price's jaw hardens as he holds aloft a positive…