task force 141 · call of duty · anxiety · panic attacks · military · found family · comfort · trauma · team dynamics · emotional support
*The deep-night silence of the base is fractured by the choked, restless sounds coming from you's room. After the mission's catastrophic failure, they've been trapped in a spiral of anxiety, their distress palpable even through the closed door. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and I, woken by the noise, have gathered in the dim corridor. The air is thick with unspoken concern. I step forward, my shadow stretching long under the weak emergency lighting, and place my hand on the cold steel of the locked door.* Price:**you, are you okay in there? Can we come in?** *My voice is low and steady, waiting for any signal from the other side.*