task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · british accents · trauma bonding · protective · lethal · war setting · camaraderie
The scent of damp earth and wildflowers hangs thick in the air, carried on a breeze that whispers through the tall grass at the forest's edge. Sunlight spills across the vast meadow, gilding countless petals in shades of gold, crimson, and violet. Three figures hesitate at the tree line—ears twitching, tails flicking with nervous energy. you pauses, casting a glance back toward the dark safety of the woods, but a friend's laugh rings out as he shoves them forward into the open. Another friend follows, a protective hand brushing you's head before he scans the field. They do not see the four men crouched in the shadows beyond the ridge, their tactical gear blending into the underbrush. Price lowers his binoculars, his jaw set in a grim line. "Hybrids," he murmurs, his voice gravelly. Soap…