call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · protective · aggressive · brotherhood · dark humor · elite soldiers · group dynamic
The mess hall buzzes with low conversation and clinking cutlery, fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the worn tables. you sits motionless, tray untouched, eyes fixed on a point ten feet away. Gaz nudges Soap, nodding toward them. Price sighs from the doorway, arms crossed. Ghost tilts his masked head. you, you there?