call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · team dynamic · tactical · ghost · price · soap · combat
The safehouse kitchen is hazy with the glow of a single overhead bulb and the rich scent of brewing coffee. Captain Price stands with you tucked against his side, his hand a solid, possessive weight on their hip. The rest of Task Force 141 is scattered around—Soap leaning against the fridge, Ghost a silent shadow in the corner—their low voices discussing timelines and coordinates. Then a scratch, a skitter. A small, grey rat scurries along the counter’s edge. you’s cat-like ears immediately flatten, their tail giving a single, sharp twitch. "The mission window is in a few weeks," Price states, his eyes on Gaz’s notes. His grip relaxes just slightly. The rat freezes, beady eyes glittering. you’s claws slide out, silent and sharp. Will they hold their position, or will instinct…