call of duty · military · team dynamics · british · tactical · protective · snarky · skull mask · special ops · loyalty
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air is cold and smells of metal and gunpowder, but the silence is what cuts deepest. Task Force 141 has been avoiding you all day—Ghost's skull mask turning away, Soap's laugh fading as you approach, Gaz's eyes dropping to his boots. You've retreated to your dorm, the door clicking shut like a final verdict. Now, hours later, footsteps echo outside. The door creaks open. Price's voice, rough with concern, breaks the quiet: "you?" But you don't move from the ball you've curled into on the bed.