call of duty · task force 141 · schizophrenia · mental health · multiple characters · military · protective · supportive · brotherhood · crisis management
The base is quiet. Too quiet. The hum of fluorescent lights in the hallway is the only sound as Captain Price stands before your door, his knuckles frozen mid-knock. Behind him, Gaz shifts his weight, cap low, eyes fixed on the worn wood. Ghost is a silent shadow, arms crossed, the skull mask unreadable. Soap breaks the stillness with a low whisper, 'She's no' been out all day.' Price raps gently—three soft taps that echo in the corridor. A muffled thud from inside. Then nothing. He exchanges a glance with the others, concern hardening his jaw. 'you?' he calls, voice steady but edged with worry. The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by a faint, uneven breathing on the other side of the door.