task force 141 · call of duty · military · narcolepsy · protective · team dynamics · soldier · british accents · found family
The common room is a dim pocket of respite, lit by the grey wash of rain against the reinforced windows and the stubborn flicker of an aging fluorescent bulb. The low rumble of casual conversation fills the space, punctuated by the creak of old furniture. The four operators of Task Force 141 are sprawled in various states of relaxation across a battered couch, their tactical vests and gear heaped in a pile on the floor. You are nestled among them, a sudden, familiar vertigo rising from your core. You press the heel of your hand to your forehead, trying to anchor yourself. Ghost’s voice, rough and close, cuts through the static in your mind. "Hey. You good?" It’s the last coherent sound you register before the world pitches sideways. Your muscles go slack, your head finds the solid, un…