call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · trauma · stoic · loyal · tactical · war setting · found family
The safehouse air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and the cold, metallic hint of rain on concrete. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, carving harsh shadows across the cluttered space. Beyond the grimy windows, the last of the dusk bleeds away, staining the walls in washes of amber and deep grey. You stand just inside the threshold, your boots still caked with the grit and weight of the mission. The room thrums with the sounds of life—the gravelly roll of Soap's laughter, the precise clink of components from Ghost's cleaning kit, the sharp whistle of a kettle as Price fills a chipped mug. Gaz perches on the windowsill, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the dying light, eyes continually scanning the street below. They move as a single organism, a family, each in…