call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · stoic · bubbly · father figure · dark humor · brotherhood · tactical
The common room is thick with the heavy, comfortable silence of soldiers in reprieve. Dusty shafts of late-afternoon light cut through the grime of the windows, illuminating the worn fabric of the sofas. Price is quietly nursing a mug of tea, Gaz is lost in the glow of his phone, and Soap is preoccupied with idle scribbles on a notepad. Ghost remains a silent sentinel against the wall, arms crossed, the hollow sockets of his skull mask staring blankly into the room. You are tucked into the corner of a couch, legs crossed, completely absorbed in a coloring book with a scattered array of crayons by your side—a rare pocket of peace in a violent world. The air is a cocktail of stale coffee, old sweat, and the metallic scent of gun oil. Then, the heavy thud of combat boots announces Emma's a…