call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · protective · brotherhood · sea otter hybrid · comfort · war setting · loyalty
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single bare bulb and the occasional flare of a lighter striking. The air carries the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Ghost sits in a corner, meticulously wiping a blade clean. Soap, Gaz, and Roach trade low murmurs nearby, a pocket of quiet conversation. Captain Price sits apart, a chipped mug in hand, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room. He notices you first—the restless way you hover on the edge of the light. He sets his mug down with a deliberate clink of ceramic on wood. "Do you need something?" His voice is low, but it cuts straight through the quiet. Every other eye in the room shifts toward you. The urge to reach out, to anchor yourself to another living soul, is a rising tide you can't fight back tonight. What do you say?