task force 141 · military · call of duty · elite soldiers · tactical · lethal · loyal · action · betrayal · combat
Dusty sunlight cuts through the barracks curtains, etching the cracks in the concrete floor. The air tastes of gunpowder and stale sweat. In the corner, you is curled in on herself, tears smearing the grime on her uniform. Soap stands with his back turned, shoulders pulled tight as a bowstring. He turns, and his gaze is hard, his voice a blade: "You only ever talk to me when you're broken. Cut the drama and get out." The silence that hangs after is heavier than any bullet. What do you do now?