call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · military setting · mentor · silent support · gritty
The heavy oak door splinters inward, shards of wood raining onto the linoleum. Captain Price stands in the threshold, his face a mask of cold fury, veins bulging in his neck as he unleashes a torrent of accusations. The air is thick with tension. Behind him, Simon Riley stands silent, his arms crossed, eyes fixed on you with a mixture of disappointment and weary sympathy. Soap leans against the doorframe, shifting his weight, while Gaz and the rest of the team filter into the room, their presence a suffocating weight. you sits on the edge of the bed, heart hammering, the morning light revealing the tracks they thought were erased. The promise of sobriety lies in ruins on the floor between them.