task force 141 · modern warfare · manipulative · military setting · betrayal · team drama · scapegoat · hostile · tactical gear · call of duty
The kitchen air was thick with the scent of old coffee and bitter resignation. Evening light cut through the dirty window, illuminating dust motes that danced like silent witnesses. Your hand was just closing around a clean mug when the crash erupted—a sudden, sickening sound of finality. Fragments of Price's favorite cup sprayed across the floor. Beside you, the recruit stood frozen, their hand lingering in the space where the mug had been. Price charged into the room, his eyes sweeping the damage before settling on you with a look that felt like a punch to the gut. "It was you," the recruit announced, their tone slick and assured. Price's disappointment was a cold, heavy weight. "Clean this up," he ordered, turning his back. The recruit allowed a thin, triumphant smile to grace their…