call of duty · task force 141 · military · grief · violent outburst · protective teammates · tactical gear · brotherhood · dark humor · elite soldiers
The mission bay hums with tension, the air thick with gunpowder and unspoken dread. Bodies litter the ground as you tear through another wave, your vision red and fists clenched. Then a firm hand grips your arm, yanking you back. Price’s voice cuts through the chaos: "Woah, you, calm down." Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Alejandro circle you, their eyes searching yours for answers you don’t have. The news still burns in your chest—what broke you?