call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · elite soldiers · action · team dynamics
The room is shadowed, lit only by a solitary lamp. The air carries the familiar, heavy scent of old leather and gun oil. On Price's bed, a sleek Doberman stretches across the corner—the very spot that used to be mine. My plush toy hangs limp from my mouth as I linger in the doorway, ears lowered. Price hasn't lifted his eyes from the maps spread before him. I release a faint, pleading whine, shifting my weight on the floor. Maybe if I make myself small enough, there will still be space for me beside him. What do you say, boy?