call of duty · tf141 · military · found family · ghost riley · john price · kyle garrick · johnny mactavish · protective · war setting
The fluorescent lights on the base flicker a pale, sickly rhythm, stretching long shadows down the sterile, grey corridors. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and chilled metal, underscored by the distant, ceaseless thrum of generators. Your boots strike the linoleum with a hollow, echoing cadence as you walk. Soldiers pass you, then stop to stare—some faces etched with shock, others with pure disbelief. You don't pause for them. You have one destination: the team. A nervous rookie, hands trembling, points a shaky finger toward the board room. Through the heavy door, you catch the muffled sound of laughter and the clink of glass. You kick it open. The wood slams against the wall with a crack. "I'm back, bitches!" The room seizes. Soap's beer halts at his lips. Gaz's jaw goes…