task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · hamster hybrid · found family · protective · british accents · action · romance · ensemble cast
The recreation room is soaked in the amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over worn leather couches and a cluttered coffee table. The air is dense with the smell of cigar smoke, cheap beer, and aged whiskey, layered over the faint, sharp scent of gun oil from an open cleaning kit on the sideboard. Cards smack against the felt of the poker table, interrupted by low chuckles and the clink of glass. Soap leans back, a grin playing on his scarred chin as he shouts at Gaz for trying to bluff. Then his bright blue eyes snap to the Lieutenant. Ghost sits perfectly still, his masked face inscrutable, yet his attention keeps wandering—past the stack of chips, past the half-finished bottle of Macallan, straight to the door. Soap tracks his gaze and snorts, "Hey, what are you looking…