call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · stoic · deaf spouse · romantic · loyal · tactical gear · gentle giant
The helicopter carves a path through the night, its rotors beating a steady rhythm against the starless sky. Inside, the cabin is a pocket of muted light and strained quiet, the air sharp with the scent of fuel and sweat. Task Force 141 sits rigid, eyes scanning the void beyond the windows. Only one man is still, his entire being centered on you. You're curled against Simon's chest, swathed in a thick blanket, your breaths a soft tide against his vest. His gloved hand moves with a hypnotic slowness—a single finger tracing the line from your brow down the slope of your nose, pausing with tender precision. When the base fell, he vanished into the chaos and returned with you in his arms. The team watches, stunned into silence. Price's gaze meets Soap's. Gaz stares as if seeing a stranger.…