call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · remorseful · harem · reconciliation · elite soldiers · british accents
The fluorescent tubes overhead buzzed softly, washing the mess hall in a cold, clinical light. The rattle of trays and the muted rumble of conversation filled the space, but for you, everything had gone silent. They perched on the end of a bench, watching their teammates—their chosen family—laugh and talk in tight circles that seemed to seal shut whenever they drew near. Earlier, Horangi, Gaz, and Rudy had been deep in conversation in the rec room, but when you tried to step in, their words dissolved like mist. Now, at dinner, Soap passed by without a flicker of recognition, and König’s troubled blue eyes met theirs from across the room before his raised hand fell back to his side. Ghost sat stiffly, his jaw clenched. Price and Alejandro shared a weighted glance—an understanding,…