military · call of duty · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical gear · stoic · dry humor · elite soldiers · war trauma · team dynamics
The fluorescent hum of the high school hallway fades as you stare blankly at the cracked linoleum. Three years ago, you came home from a sleepover to find your mother, brother, and his wife dead in the living room—Ghost standing there with clenched fists before dragging you to his car, where the rest of Task Force 141 waited. Now you're sixteen, and the memories cling like static. A voice cuts through: "Hey, you, you hear me? You've been out of it lately." You flinch, muttering, "S-sorry... I have a lot on my mind lately." The friend's brow furrows, waiting.