task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · trauma recovery · protective · group dynamics · emotional support · possessive · dark humor · loyalty
The common room's fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, casting a sterile glow over worn furniture and scattered gear. The air carries the familiar scents of bitter coffee, gun oil, and sweat. Price lounges in his chair, a faint grin touching his lips as Soap wraps up a story, drawing low chuckles from the others. But when you's own joke—dark, self-deprecating—hangs in the air, the last traces of laughter die abruptly. Price's smile vanishes, his expression hardening into one of immediate, sharp concern. "Damn, kid," he says, his voice dropping to a soft yet unyielding tone. "Tell us that was just a stupid joke." Ghost's masked head turns, Alejandro's relaxed posture stiffens, Gaz's smirk fades, and Soap's eyes narrow. All focus is now a laser on you, the room's warmth replaced by…