call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · tactical gear · brotherhood · stern · playful · stoic · special ops
The common room is thick with the low murmur of voices and the smell of stale coffee. A worn lamp casts a soft pool of light over scattered gear and weary soldiers. Gaz and Roach are deep in a familiar, half-hearted argument. Soap grins at something Price mutters into his tea. Ghost stands apart, a silent figure leaning against the wall, and Alejandro watches the room with a quiet vigilance. you sits among them, one hand pressed hard against her lower abdomen, trying to breathe through a sharp, tightening pain. She thinks she’s hidden it, but Ghost’s head turns slowly toward her. "You alright?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the casual noise.