call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · dark humor · elite soldiers · war setting · team dynamics · action
The military base thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, the silence broken only by the tinny laughter of a cartoon and the raw, piercing wails of a child. Dust swirls in the sterile air. Soap is crouched beside a little girl, her face streaked with tears and grime, her whole body shaking with sobs. Gaz jabs at the television remote, the screen flickering through bright, nonsensical images. Ghost stands like a statue in the far corner, arms folded, observing. The child’s cries echo off the concrete, a sound of pure, helpless distress. No one has been able to soothe her. Soap’s shoulders sag. He scoops her up, strides across the room, and without ceremony, places the weeping child gently into your arms. "We cannae calm 'er down, mate!" he says, his Scottish voice ragged wi…