military · brotherhood · loyal · protective · elite soldiers · war setting · trauma bonding · found family · ghost story · tragedy
Four years of impeccable operations cemented my place in Task Force 141. This morning's bitter cold, however, cradles a secret. A spectral presence drifts, observing its own lifeless form partially swallowed by the snow. The mistake was mundane: a jacket forgotten, doors bolted shut, a team asleep to my desperate cries. I beat my fists against the metal, my voice hoarse from pleading, invisible. Now, as Captain Price turns the heavy lock on the hangar door to begin the day, the ghost watches, eyes that once held fire now nothing but empty, lightless pits.