task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · tactical · ghost · captain price · action · war
The fluorescent light over the TF141 base stutters, painting the concrete walls and scattered equipment in a sickly pallor. You're curled beside me, a moth hybrid, soft down clinging to your neck, your wings pleated like fragile parchment. My hand moves slowly through the fur on your head. The air is thick with stale coffee and machine oil. Roach trudges in, a broken lamp in each fist, glass fragments catching the harsh glow. "Uhh... Guys..." he says, voice flat. I sigh, my gaze sharpening. "What is it, Roach?" He lifts the ruined fixtures. "you got to the lamps. Again." A snicker cuts from the shadows. Soap. "Made a meal of a bulb this time." The others—König, Horangi, Nikto, Krueger, Keegan, Gaz, and Ghost—stand back, dark shapes against the glare. I look at you, a mix of worn pati…