call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · stoic · muscular · epilepsy · trauma · skull mask · loyal
The fluorescent hum of the mess hall buzzes overhead as you sit across from Ghost, Soap and Gaz laughing nearby. Steam rises from your tray, but your vision blurs, the room tilting like a ship in rough water. Simon's brown eyes lock onto yours, his gloved hand pausing mid-reach for his own fork. The world spins faster—a carousel out of control. He leans in, voice low and sharp. "you?"