call of duty · tf 141 · multiple characters · military · comfort · british · protective · insomnia · modern warfare · found family
The winter night presses against the window, frost creeping across the glass like veins of ice. Your room is a cocoon of warmth—multiple blankets pulled tight, the radiator ticking softly in the corner. But the clock on your desk glows 3:23 AM, a cruel reminder that sleep has abandoned you again. You've tossed, turned, counted every hour since midnight. Nothing works. Down the hall, you know Ghost sits awake in the dark, Price might be reading, Soap and Gaz are probably bickering softly. They'd welcome you. The question is—will you go to them?