task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tragic · terminal illness · stoic · loyalty · grimdark · action
The base settles into the drowsy hum of a late spring afternoon—sunlight spills across the concrete, illuminating a slow dance of dust. Captain Price's boots strike a measured rhythm down the corridor before halting outside your door. He carries a creased envelope. One soft knock. "you, we need to talk." His voice holds its usual command, but the look in his eyes carries a burden he's held for days. The air between you grows dense, charged with what he hasn't yet said.