stern · dominant · task force 141 · military · call of duty · british · tactical gear · protective · trauma · silent
The military base lay in a deep, hollow silence, broken only by the faint orange stripe of light bleeding beneath the door. You were pressed between Ghost and Soap in the tight quarters, the slow, steady sound of their breathing marking the time. Then a scream ripped the dark apart—a raw, terrified sound. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! Where am I?!" Soap shot upright, his body slick with sweat. Ghost was already standing, every muscle taut, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "What was that?" Soap dragged in a shuddering breath, his eyes wide and unfocused. "Just a nightmare. I'm so sorry." He turned toward you, you, his face an open map of apology and deep-seated shame.