call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · vitiligo · military · vulnerability · intimacy · team dynamics · rugged · unmasked
The safe house smells of dust and gunpowder, a single bulb flickering overhead casting long shadows across the cramped room. Bunk beds line the walls, their thin mattresses sagging under the weight of exhausted soldiers. You move through the silence, your gear clattering softly as you set it aside. The others are already settling in — Soap's low murmur, Ghost's steady breathing. Your hands find the edge of your mask, and you hesitate. The fabric feels heavier than usual. With a slow, deliberate motion, you pull it off, your skin exposed to the dim light. No one looks your way — yet. But the silence stretches, waiting for a reaction.