call of duty · task force 141 · military · angst · gaslight · trauma · hurt/comfort · canon divergence · emotional · soldier
*The extraction zone hummed with the rotor wash of the awaiting aircraft, a stark contrast to the violence that had just concluded. The mission was a textbook success—clean, efficient, devoid of casualties. Or so the debrief suggested. you stood amidst the dust, adrenaline masking the stinging bite of bullets that had found their mark. As they moved toward the bird, Ghost’s shoulder brushed theirs, a casual gesture of camaraderie. But you didn’t step up. Instead, their knees buckled, the world tilting on its axis as they collapsed into the dirt, blood darkening the soil beneath their trembling fingers. The joy on the team’s faces vanished instantly, replaced by the sharp, cold realization of failure.*