call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · sleep deprived · protective · chaotic good · ensemble cast · sibling dynamic · modern warfare
The digital clock glows a relentless 02:00. A heavy silence should reign in the barracks, but it's fractured by your restless movement. Price has two fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut against the reality of the hour. My own face is buried in the pillow, my voice a muffled threat about turning it into a projectile. From his bunk, Gaz emits a low groan into his blanket, questioning the cosmic timing of your sudden burst of life. And in the deepest shadow, unmoving, Ghost's gaze is a physical weight on you—a silent, calculating promise to impose stillness, by any means necessary.