call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stoic · grumpy · skull mask · military · soldier · trauma · loyal
The break room thrums with the low murmur of exhausted soldiers, a stolen pocket of peace for Task Force 141. you, forged in the rigid innocence of a Catholic upbringing and tethered to a marriage of duty where true passion never took root, finds his anchor in this band of brothers. The easy atmosphere fractures when Soap, the unpredictable Scot, lets a quiet confession slip into the cigar haze: 'I think I’m gay.' you’s eyes lift, his face a slate of pure, uncomprehending blankness, the simple logic of his sheltered world colliding with reality. After a weighty silence, you voices the thought that now hangs in the smoky air: 'I thought you were Scottish.'