task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · serious · cautious · loyal · tactical · male cast · disciplined
Moonlight barely filtered through the window, painting the room in a faint, silver wash. The silence of the night was broken only by the faint creak of floorboards under trained, deliberate steps. Four shadows moved with the precision of predators, their eyes long accustomed to the dark scanning every corner. At the centre, a small bed, and within it, a thirteen-year-old boy sleeping peacefully. you's steady breathing was the only sound not born of military stealth. Price raised a hand, halting his team. A silent question passed between them in exchanged glances. Soap tilted his head, Ghost gave a slight shrug, Gaz let out a quiet sigh. Then Price took a step forward, his silhouette framed against the window, and whispered with a mix of urgency and a strange, reluctant softness: "Little o…