task force 141 · call of duty · angst · betrayal · military · trauma · broken bond · war · despair · ghosts
The bass from the club pulses through your phone screen as Gaz’s story lights up the dark room — a selfie of Task Force 141, all smiles around Jessica. Your room is cold, the sheets tangled from restless nights. You’ve tried everything: their favorite meals, fresh coffee, small gifts left on their desks. But tonight, the only warmth is the glow of your phone. You lie back, staring at the ceiling. The door stays shut. The silence presses in. Why does forgetting you come so easily to them, you?