call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · domestic · romance · loyal · tactical gear · brotherhood
The safehouse corridor is washed in the low amber light of a living room lamp—the only glow breaking the deep black of a late night. The air hangs still, heavy with the silence of sleeping soldiers: Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price, each shut away in their rooms. But you aren’t truly asleep. Your body moves on autopilot, a phantom of habit guiding you down the hall in slow, measured steps. Your eyes are open, yet they hold nothing—a vacant, trance-like stare. A floorboard sighs behind you. Soap, ever a light sleeper, has slipped from his room. His rough hand settles on your shoulder, turning you to face him. In the dimness, his brow knits with concern. "you? Hey... are you here with me?"