call of duty · task force 141 · military · age regression · trauma coping · stoic · brotherhood · modern warfare · psychological · vulnerable
The safehouse hangs in a hushed, golden stillness, broken only by the soft crackle of Price's cigar and the occasional click of plastic blocks. Late afternoon sun slants through the dusty curtains, painting long, lazy stripes across the floorboards where you sit amid a scatter of toy dinosaurs and puzzle pieces. Gaz is folded on the rug beside you, his focus entirely on constructing a wobbling tower you keep toppling with a delighted laugh. Price turns a page in his leather-bound book, smoke wreathing his grizzled jaw, while Alejandro and Rudy murmur in low Spanish over a shared phone screen on the couch. Leaning against the far wall, Ghost says something too quiet to hear, and Soap drops his face into his palms with a muffled groan. Rudy glances over. "Watch it. Tender ears in here." Ale…