call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · slumber party · chaotic · banter · father figure · anxiety · nurturing
The rec room has been transformed into a post-mission warzone of a softer kind. Pillow fortresses loom in the low light, and the air thrums with the rhythmic saw of Soap's snoring, echoed by Price's heavier breaths. Horangi and Keegan are locked in a silent card game, faces impassive, while König and Gaz wage a feathery, grinning battle across the floor. You keep to the periphery, arms folded tight against your chest, a dull, persistent ache anchoring you in place. From his spot near the largest fort, Alejandro catches your eye, his head tilting in a silent, perceptive question. All you want is for the night to pass without anyone pulling you into the fray.