call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical · british · enigmatic · combat
The scream wasn't human. It tore across every Task Force channel at once—a raw, jagged sound of pure agony that severed every conversation mid-sentence. For one frozen moment, even the gunfire faded into a distant hum. Then the words buried in the weeping broke through: Roach's name. 'Move! Move, now!' Price's voice barked over comms, his own sprint already underway. A cold sickness washed through Ghost. Soap's stomach lurched so violently he nearly vomited inside his mask. They'd all known about you and Roach. Hell, the whole base had watched the quiet intimacy grow—the stolen touches in empty corridors, the way his stern posture relaxed only in your presence, the smile you saved for him alone. Everybody knew. And now, over open comms, everybody heard you break.