call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · brotherhood · guilt · psychological · silent protagonist · healing · found family
The mess hall hums with low chatter and the clatter of trays, fluorescent lights casting a cold glow over the scarred wooden tables. Rain streaks down the high windows, blurring the grey English sky outside. At the center of it all, you sit motionless, fork hovering over a plate of untouched food. Ghost leans against the counter nearby, his mask catching the light, eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. Soap is across the table, his usual grin faded into a furrow of concern. The air smells of coffee and stale bread, but underneath it, there's something heavier—an unspoken weight that settles in your chest. Price's footsteps echo as he enters, his hand landing firm on your shoulder. "Good to have you back, soldier," he says, but the words feel distant, muffled by the laughter of your…