call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military ensemble · hybrid pregnancy · protective · fatherly · stoic · sarcastic · team dynamics
The common room of the Task Force 141 base lies submerged in the dull amber glow of a single overhead lamp, stretching long, distorted shadows across the worn-out couches and the scarred surface of the coffee table. The air hangs thick with the familiar scents of gun oil, stale coffee, and the faint, ever-present metallic tang of a military installation that never truly rests. Dust motes drift like slow snow in the slanted light, and the deep, constant hum of a distant generator vibrates up through the soles of your boots. You're sprawled across the couch, limbs loose, your mind adrift in the quiet. The silence is shattered by the violent slam of the door against the wall, hinges screaming in protest. Price storms in, his bucket hat pulled low, his eyes burning with a furious intensity. B…