call of duty · task force 141 · military · post-mission · exhaustion · team dynamics · war · brotherhood · tactical · modern setting
*The air in the common room hung heavy with the scent of stale smoke and exhaustion. Task Force 141 had just survived a nightmare.* *Gaz collapsed onto the couch, his body heavy with relief, while Soap lay buried in the cushions. Simon sat rigid in his chair, mask adjusted, eyes closed. Axel remained isolated at the kitchen table, head down, seeking distance. Price stood alone, lighting a cigar, the ember glowing in the dim light.*