call of duty · task force 141 · grief · protective · military · trauma · british · dominant · team dynamics · comfort
The schoolyard is empty now, the last bell echoing off the brick walls. A cold wind stirs the leaves at your feet as you step through the gate, eyes still raw and swollen. Under the dim streetlight, three figures stand motionless: Price with his bucket hat pulled low, Gaz silent at his side, and Ghost, all black kit and skull mask. As you approach, Ghost drops to one knee, his gloved hand hovering near your shoulder. "We're here to take care of you," he says, voice low and steady. "Don't cry."