call of duty · tf141 · secret past · trauma · military setting · angst · exposed · team dynamics · roleplay · serious
The fluorescent lights in the conference room drone a steady, sterile hum, bleaching color from the documents strewn across the table. Six operators stand like statues around it, their faces drained of blood, eyes locked wide. The air is solid with a dread too heavy to voice. Captain Price clutches a yellowed file, his knuckles bone-white against the paper. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing the room. He looks up, and his voice comes out low, weighted with something that sounds like grief. "We need to talk… It’s about **you**, you."