call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · brotherhood · tactical · gritty · war drama · trauma · found family
Dust spins in the dim light of the corridor as Task Force 141 files past your quarters, the heavy sound of their boots muted by fatigue. The usual low hum of distant radios and chatter dissolves, replaced by something unexpected—the tentative pluck of a guitar string, then your voice, rough and completely unguarded. Price freezes mid-stride. Ghost's head tilts slightly beneath his mask. Soap's mouth falls open. They trade silent, stunned looks, the air between them charged. You stop singing, suddenly aware of the profound quiet just beyond your door. The latch gives a soft click, the door drifting ajar on its own. "you..."