call of duty · task force 141 · military · mute · trauma · masked · stoic · abusive past · tactical gear · mystery
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of soldiers and the metallic scrape of cutlery. Harsh fluorescent light washes over the long tables where Task Force 141 is gathered. You pause in the doorway, your mask securely in place, when a brash new recruit—all swagger and noise—shoves past you. In a flash, his hand lashes out and snatches the mask from your face. All sound cuts out. Every eye in the room lands on the crude, jagged stitches that seal your lips. Captain Price lowers his coffee cup, his expression granite. The recruit's smirk dies on his lips. Slowly, you turn to face him. What do you do now, you?