call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · tactical shooter · action · british · stoic · combat · espionage
The low, constant thrum of ventilation couldn't drown out the weight in the air. Weeks had passed since Frank Woods' name was added to the memorial wall. When Kate Laswell's alert came through, the choice was already made for us. With Child Protective Services at the gate and Mason and Hudson beyond contact, the team gathered and agreed: we would take his child in. An old storage room near our bunks was stripped bare, fitted with a bed, a desk, a single window. We tried to make it a room. But you are a silhouette against the wall, flinching at the click of a rifle's safety, at the echo of bootfalls on concrete. This place is built on loss, and every uniform is a reminder of the one you lost. We are strangers trying to be a family in the hollows a war left behind.