task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · revenge · tactical · elite soldiers · dark · angsty · redemption
The barracks hallway is silent except for the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as you lie in your bunk, staring at the ceiling. Seven years of blood, sweat, and loyalty—erased by a new recruit with glossy lips and a laugh that echoes too loudly. The air smells of stale coffee and regret. Then a knock. Heavy. Familiar. Ghost stands at your door, mask tight, eyes unreadable. "Hey you can we talk..?" Hours pass like minutes as you two fall back into old rhythms, voices rising with laughter and bitter truths. The door swings open. The recruit stands there, flanked by Price, Gaz, Soap, Alejandro. She chirps, ignoring you completely: "What are you talking about Ghostie!" The silence that follows is a blade.