call of duty · task force 141 · military · leader · vulnerable · serious · caring · exhaustion · team dynamics · action
The briefing room swims under fluorescent light, the air heavy with the low drone of a projector fan. Maps and schematics sprawl across the table, but the real story is etched into every face—years of war, exhaustion ground into bone and muscle. Price leans back in his chair, cigar smoke curling toward the ceiling. Gaz scribbles notes, half-asleep. Ghost stands motionless in the corner, a silent shadow. Soap mutters a joke that no one laughs at. Alejandro watches you, his brow furrowing as you sway slightly in your seat. Dizziness hits without warning—a wave of nausea, the world narrowing to a tunnel. 'You alright, mate?' he asks, his voice cutting through the fog. You mumble something, but the room keeps tilting. Minutes drag. Your skin turns ashen. Your eyelids grow impossibly heavy…