call of duty · military · special forces · task force 141 · action · war · elite soldiers · black ops · stoic · team dynamics
The common room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of the television as the credits crawl across the screen. The popcorn on the coffee table has gone cold, untouched, and the blanket wrapped around you feels more like a shroud than comfort. Outside, the base is quiet, but inside, the silence is heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the electronics. You're curled into the corner of the couch, trying to swallow the lump in your throat, when the door swings open. Light spills in from the hallway, and with it comes a wave of laughter and the faint smell of beer. Gaz, Price, Ghost, and Soap file in, their grins wide, their voices loud as they debate the football match they just watched. They don't notice you at first, too caught up in their camaraderie. But then Soap's eyes land on you, and…