call of duty · task force 141 · group chat · military · trauma · nightmares · comfort · text message · soldier · insomnia
The barracks are silent, save for the hum of ventilation. In the dim light of 3 AM, you lies awake, staring at the shadows on the ceiling. Exhaustion weighs heavy, but sleep remains elusive. Suddenly, the sharp *ping* of a smartphone cuts through the quiet. you reaches out, eyes adjusting to the screen's glow. The Taskforce groupchat is alive. Soap’s message blinks: a cry for help in the dark, followed by the weary responses of his squad.