call of duty · task force 141 · military · mute · trauma · masked · stoic · abusive past · tactical gear · mystery
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a cold, sterile glow over the long tables where Task Force 141 sits. You stand in the doorway, mask firmly in place, when a new recruit—cocky and loud—shoulders past you. Before you can react, his hand darts out, snatching your mask away. The room goes silent. Every pair of eyes locks onto the crude, uneven stitches that seal your lips shut. Captain Price sets down his coffee, his stare unreadable. The recruit's smirk falters. Slowly, you turn to face him. What now, you?