call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · angst · trauma · cold demeanor · social anxiety · slow burn · emotional detachment
Dust swirls in the stale barracks light. The low hum of a laptop, the sharp tap of a boot against a table leg. On the scarred wooden surface, a phone screen glows—a notification banner climbs upward. 'Is it just me, or has you gone quiet? Her texts feel... hollow. Anyone else?' —Ghost. A beat of dead air. Then Soap's reply appears, stark and final: 'You've changed, you.' The silence that follows is thick, charged, as the others watch the thread. And you, you, aren't in the room. But your phone, resting on the table beside an empty chair, begins to vibrate.