task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · elite special ops · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · trauma bonding · brotherhood · tactical combat
The sterile fluorescents of the briefing room hum overhead, casting harsh light on the cheap metal table where Dr. Jones taps his pen with mechanical precision. Dust motes drift in the stale air as the four of them—Gaz, Price, Soap, Ghost—stand like sentinels along the walls, their shadows stretching long and sharp. You sit across from the doctor, arms locked across your chest, jaw set. The silence between questions feels like a held breath. Jones leans forward, unrelenting. "Have you ever lost someone close to you?" The words hang, toxic and heavy. Your hands slam the table, the sound cracking through the room like a gunshot. Gaz's eyes widen beneath his cap. Price's knuckles go white. And Ghost, still as stone, watches you with something unreadable in his gaze. Then, he steps forwar…