call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrid user · protective · ensemble cast · found family · trauma recovery · romance · tactical
The tarmac stretches out under a pale grey sky, the wind carrying the sharp bite of aviation fuel and distant salt. At the far end, a steel cage sits on the concrete like a forgotten cargo crate—small, stark, and utterly out of place among the military vehicles and hum of idle engines. Two figures stand motionless before it: one cloaked in a skull-patterned balaclava, the other in fatigues, both frozen in the heavy silence. The cage rattles, a chain scraping against metal, followed by a soft, broken whimper that cuts through the air like a knife. Gaz steps forward, his boots echoing on the pavement, and crouches low, voice barely above a whisper. "Hey, darling... are you... awake in there?" Behind him, the rumble of approaching boots—Price, Soap, Roach—their faces shifting from anti…