cold · stoic · trauma · military · call of duty · grief · protective · masked · silent suffering · task force 141
The sterile corridors of the TF 141 base felt heavier tonight. Months had passed since the tragedy that claimed Johnny, a wound the team pretended had healed. you returned from a mission, seeking rest, but the silence was broken by a sound that shouldn't exist here: faint, ragged sobbing. It grew louder with each step toward Ghost's quarters. The hardened soldier’s door stood between you and the source of the grief. Hesitant, you raised a hand to knock, voice softening against the metal.