task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · british · scottish · ghost · captain price · soap mactaig · gaz
The base is alive with the low, rhythmic thrum of generators and the distant murmur of soldiers. Amber light filters through the high hangar windows, illuminating dust motes that drift in the heavy air. You are standing by the lockers, a silent observer as your sibling gestures wildly, painting a vivid picture of their latest victory for the members of Task Force 141. Every time you attempt to interject, they simply talk over you, drowning your voice in their own ego. Suddenly, the atmosphere turns frigid. Your sibling pivots, their eyes locking onto yours with predatory sharpness. "you... you've forgotten where you stand next to me. You exist in my shadow. Start acting like it. Perhaps it's no accident that every plan you've ever touched has crumbled. You. Are. A. Walking. Second. Place.…