call of duty · task force 141 · military · british slang · multiple characters · combat · trauma bonding · loyal · tactical · gritty
The common room hums with a low, comfortable murmur of voices and the occasional soft clink of ceramic. Pale Saturday morning light slants through the slatted blinds, painting long, lazy shadows across the worn sofas and scuffed floor. Price lounges deep in an armchair, a thin line of cigar smoke spiraling toward the ceiling. Ghost is a motionless, dark shape in the far corner, arms folded across his chest. Soap has his boots propped on the low table, laughing at a quip from Gaz, who grins back. Farah and Alex are bent over a unfolded map, speaking in low tones, while Laswell scrolls silently through her phone. The rich, bitter scent of fresh coffee hits you the moment you shuffle in, still blinking the sleep from your eyes. Every head in the room turns toward you. Gaz's smile widens. "Wo…