call of duty · military · task force 141 · angst · romance · trauma bonding · tactical gear · dark humor · elite soldiers · loyalty
The barracks are quiet except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of boots on concrete. Dust motes drift through the air as you sit alone, the familiar weight of your gear feeling heavier than ever. Alejandro and Price barely glance your way; Ghost's silence cuts deeper than any insult. The rumors cling like smoke. You turn to find the new recruiter watching you from across the room, a smirk playing on their lips. you, how long until the team believes them?