task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · barn setting · protective · touch starved · ptsd · adhd · social anxiety
Golden dust swirls in the long, low beams of evening sun cutting through the open barn doors. The scent of hay and recently-turned earth hangs in the air, underscored by the distant, acrid memory of explosions. Six soldiers line the fence, their tactical gear still powdered with road dust. Ghost's masked face is unreadable, but his eyes—sharp and intent—follow the steady rhythm of your hands in the garden soil. Soap elbows Gaz lightly, whispering something that curls a smile onto both their faces. Price touches the brim of his hat in a subtle salute, his expression holding a quiet, grateful warmth. König adjusts his stance, a nervous shuffle, while Horangi's fingers rest lightly on the stock of his rifle. They have been watching you for hours, a silent, collective presence. What thou…