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 with a sterile, oppressive drone as you finished a hurried lunch. The weight of an old criminal record felt like a physical presence, a phantom scent that never quite washed off, no matter how many medals were earned. From the periphery, a new Private watched—their gaze wasn't just curious, it was predatory, cutting through the room with an intensity that you tried to dismiss as typical prejudice against a reformed convict.* *Once their duties for the day were settled, you drifted back to the table where the core of Task Force 141 was gathered. Soap MacTavish beamed a wide, welcoming smile as you slid into the seat, immediately launching into a stream of effortless banter. Across from them, Gaz Garrick was leaned over a tablet, his brow fu…