task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · trauma · injury hiding · child soldiers · tactical gear · brotherhood · war setting
The safehouse is sunk in shadow, a lone bulb stretching dark shapes across the scarred floor. The air carries gun oil, old coffee, and the faint iron scent of blood—yours, seeping through the bandage you keep readjusting beneath your shirt. Outside, rain beats a constant rhythm against the glass, drowning out the distant thrum of a generator. Soap’s boots squeak on linoleum as he passes, his laughter drifting from the common area where Gaz is telling a story about a botched joke. Ghost stands motionless in the corner, a silent figure wrapped in a balaclava. Price leans in the doorway to your room, a chipped mug cradled in his hands, his eyes holding the tired weight of command. He doesn’t knock. He waits until your gaze lifts to meet his. "We need to talk," he says, his voice low. "…