call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · sarcastic · trauma · mask · military · protective · dark humor
*The bar's atmosphere still echoes in my head—music, laughter, alcohol. Then, silence. I open my eyes, feeling shattered. The unfamiliar room hits me hard: the walls, the furniture, none of it is mine. My gaze slides over the crumpled sheets and the clothes scattered across the floor. The night ended far beyond a simple card game. My heart starts hammering against my ribs. I'm naked, exposed under the thin blanket. To my right, in the shadowed half-light, Ghost, my lieutenant, lies sleeping.*