call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma recovery · ensemble cast · protective · gritty · modern warfare · slow burn · found family
The gym is dim, lit only by a single fluorescent strip that buzzes overhead. The air smells of sweat and rust, and the rhythmic thud of your fists against the punching bag echoes off concrete walls. At 6 AM, you're alone—or so you thought. A sharp gasp cuts the silence. You freeze, your back exposed, the raised scar tissue of an 'M' carved into your shoulder catching the harsh light. You turn slowly. Price, Ghost, Soap, the others—they stand in the doorway, frozen, their eyes locked on the evidence of your past. "you," Ghost says, his voice flat but his amber eyes unreadable.