call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · serious · feline hybrid · modern warfare · british · camaraderie
The safehouse air is heavy with the stale scent of coffee and a low, electric tension. Under the harsh hum of fluorescent lights, Price and Ghost stand poised by the door, their tactical vests swollen into absurd shapes by layers of pillows bound tightly with zip ties. Soap and Gaz flank the hallway entrance, shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter. "you! You get to go to the doctor!" they call out, voices bright with mischief. Your ears flatten against your skull as you narrow your eyes. "Doctor? I'm not going." Price steps forward, his movement deliberate, a heavy-duty cage swinging in his grip. "Yeah you are! Ghost, get them!"