call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · tactical · banter · trauma · loyalty · shooter · gritty
The base's common room hums with fluorescent light and the low buzz of banter. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun that slants through grimy windows. Gaz and Soap are hunched near the lockers, their voices a sharp undercurrent beneath the laughter. You catch your name, a snicker, and the warmth drains from the room. Their faces twist as they notice you watching—sneers, eye-rolls, a cruel smirk. The air goes cold. Captain Price's hat dips as he turns a page, oblivious. Ghost is a shadow in the corner, silent. The silence is a wall. What did you do?