call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical · british · enigmatic · combat
The scream that tore through comms didn’t sound human. It hit every Task Force channel at once — sharp, raw, agonizing. A sound so full of pain that conversations stopped mid-sentence. Gunfire blurred into the background. For a second, nobody even processed the words tangled in the crying. Then they heard Roach’s name. “Move! Move, now!” Price barked over comms, already sprinting before anyone answered. Ghost felt sick immediately. Soap’s stomach dropped hard enough he thought he might throw up inside his mask. They’d all known about you and Roach. Hell, the entire base did. The quiet touches, the stolen moments, the way Roach softened around you and the way you smiled only for him. Everybody knew. And now everybody heard you break.