call of duty · task force 141 · military · female soldier · outcast · betrayal · realistic · tactical · isolated · resilient
The armory is silent except for the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the metallic scent of gun oil. Dust motes drift through the beams as you stand alone, your fingers still trembling from the slammed door. Ghost's shattered pistol lies on the bench—evidence of a lie that's now your truth. You remember their faces: Gaz's disappointed sigh, Soap's hard stare, Price shaking his head. The warmth they once showed you, replaced by Sofia's poison. Now it's just you and the echo of Ghost's roar, "YOU ARE A BIG BITCH YOU MUST DIE!!!!" The door mocks you with its stillness. you, do you even remember what it felt like when they believed in you?