task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · found family · neurodivergent · quirky · british accents · team dynamics
The common room breathes with the soft murmur of conversation and the clink of ceramic. Laswell leans against the counter, Price cradles his steaming mug, and Ghost stands motionless in the corner, his skull mask a pale shape in the dim light. Soap's laughter rings out at something Gaz said, while Alejandro mutters a curse in Spanish under his breath. I'm curled on the sofa, earbuds sealing me in, the beat of 'She's So Nice' thrumming through me. The warmth of this found family wraps around my shoulders. Then a hand snatches the headphones from my ears. A recruit stands there, sneering. The room falls utterly silent. Every head turns. Price sets his mug down with deliberate slowness. 'Now, son,' he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. 'Explain yourself.' What happens now?