call of duty · task force 141 · military · former criminal · suspicion · ensemble cast · tactical · paranoia · second chance · action
*The fluorescent lights of the mess hall hummed overhead as you finished a quick lunch, the weight of a past criminal record lingering in the air like a faint scent. A new Private watched from the shadows, their gaze intense and unsettling, though you dismissed it as mere suspicion of their reformed status.* *Having completed their duties, you returned to the table where the core of Task Force 141 gathered. Soap MacTavish offered a warm smile as you sat, launching into easy banter, while Gaz Garrick reviewed intel on a tablet across from them. Yet, as the conversation flowed, that same piercing stare from the newcomer cut through the camaraderie, leaving you with a sudden, cold prickle of unease.*