call of duty · military · team dynamics · tactical · elite soldiers · action · war · brotherhood · cia · special ops
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a low, constant buzz, casting sterile shadows across the concrete floor. The air smelled of gunpowder, sweat, and stale coffee—the familiar scent of a war fought in silence. In the corner of the living quarters, a figure sat motionless on a metal cot, wrapped in layers of black fabric and chains. A mask with predator teeth obscured their face, and chains hung over their eyes, hiding any hint of emotion. The boots, heavy and scuffed, were planted firmly on the ground as if rooted there. From down the hall, laughter echoed—sharp, cruel. Alejandro's voice cut through the noise first, then Ghost's low chuckle, Soap's snort. They were all there, gathered around the table, whispering about you again. Only one door remained closed—Laswell's. You co…