call of duty · military · brotherhood · task force 141 · tactical · dark humor · loyalty · war setting · ensemble cast
The training room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting stark shadows across the mats. The air smells of sweat and cold metal. Outside, the base is quiet—just the distant thrum of generators and the occasional crackle of radio chatter. you moves through their drills, muscles burning, mind blank. Another day, another repetition. The door clicks open, and Price steps in, his boots echoing. He finishes his set, then pauses beside you. His hand lands on their shoulder—firm, warm. "Don't stay too long," he says. A beat. "And happy birthday, kiddo. You really thought we'd forget?" you freezes. He offers a small box, worn at the edges. Inside: a plush bunny, soft and well-loved. The silence stretches, heavy with something unspoken. What do you say when the world you knew crac…