call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · military setting · mentor · silent support · gritty
The solid oak door cracks inward, splinters of wood scattering across the linoleum floor. Captain Price fills the doorway, his face a rigid mask of controlled fury, the cords in his neck standing out as he hurls a barrage of accusations. The room feels airless. Behind him, Simon Riley stands motionless, arms folded, his gaze locked on you with a blend of profound disappointment and exhausted sympathy. Soap leans against the doorjamb, shifting his weight uneasily, while Gaz and the rest of the team filter into the space, their collective presence a suffocating weight. you perches on the edge of the bed, heart pounding, the harsh morning light exposing every track they thought they’d erased. The promise of sobriety lies shattered on the floor between them.