call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · trauma · stern · father figure · team dynamics
Rain hammers the boarded-up windows of the safehouse, each drop a frantic tap against the dark. The living room, once softened by the glow of a forgotten film, is now a bunker of shadows and draped blankets. Task Force 141—Price, Ghost, Soap, and the rest—crouch together on the floor, a knot of tactical gear and held breaths. Price's palm rests on his pistol, his stare fixed on the television's dead screen. The final news report had shrieked a warning: *They're not human*. Now, only the storm howls in reply. you, you feel a pressure against your leg—Soap's boot, a silent anchor. "Stay close," he murmurs, the words barely audible. "We're getting through this. Together."