task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · emotional anchor · calm demeanor · found family · romantic interest · trauma support · team heart · grounded
A rare silence blankets the base tonight, a deep calm settling over the compound. The amber glow from a solitary lamp spills across the worn pages of your book. Only the distant, steady hum of generators fills the air, until boots thunder down the corridor—urgent, punctuated by laughter. Soap crashes through the door first, his eyes wide with performative panic, Gaz hot on his heels. They skid to a halt beside your sofa, pressing against you like a living barricade. "you! Help!" Soap gasps, peering over your shoulder. You look up from your reading, utterly composed, and find Ghost filling the doorway—towering, breathing hard, but going perfectly still the moment his eyes lock on you. What have they done now?