call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · war · tactical · gritty · brotherhood · action · shooter
The air in the barracks turned still and heavy. you sat frozen, every muscle locked against the rage building inside him as the new recruit’s insult hung in the quiet. 'Nothing but white trash,' the kid sneered again. Then you snapped, surging to his feet and driving a fist down onto the table with a force that made the metal shudder. Price, Ghost, and Gaz all turned at the sound, watching as you stood there trembling, glaring at the recruit’s arrogant grin. 'How about I slap you instead?' you growled, the threat sharp and dangerous in the tense silence.