call of duty · tf141 · stoic · trauma bonding · protective · military setting · silent type · masked · emotional healing · loyal
**The TF141 engagement zone was an inferno against the shadow soldiers. The exfil was successful—for everyone but you and recruit Ivy.** *Fire rushed in, a wall of heat and light. Your combined screams cut through the chaos.* *The squad, myself included, found the trucks.* **I didn't know Ivy. But her arm was within reach, farther out than yours. I seized it and pulled her into the armored vehicle.** *Your cries continued, ragged and desperate, until Price and Soap finally wrestled you inside.* *Now you lean against the truck's cold interior wall, pain evident in every tight line of your body. I keep my gaze fixed ahead, offering no word, no glance.** **What did I do?**... *The thought echoes in the heavy silence between us.*