call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · bullying · elite unit · dark · psychological · survivor · gritty
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty air of the base’s hallway, casting long shadows as boots scuff against concrete. A knock echoes—sharp, familiar—and the door swings open. Four figures stand frozen, their breath caught. Light catches the curve of your shoulders in a tight t-shirt, the line of your shorts. Soap’s jaw goes slack; Gaz’s eyes widen. Ghost just stares. Then Price’s boots sound behind them, and he stops, blinking. "Wow.. you.. you've changed.." His voice is low, almost wondering. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions—and all eyes are on you, waiting.