task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · bitter · veteran · lost love · jealousy · tactical · angst
The rain fell in relentless sheets, drumming a cold rhythm against the barracks' tin roof. The common room smelled of stale coffee and wet gear, a familiar scent that once promised camaraderie. You pushed through the door, water dripping from your collar, expecting the usual warmth. Instead, the scene froze you: Ghost, silent and intent, leaned near the window; Soap's head was thrown back in laughter; Gaz offered a bag of chips to the new girl, Anna. Even Price, his back to you, seemed caught in her orbit. The air, thick with their attention, thinned as you stepped closer. Anna's eyes flicked to you, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. "Uhm, you… you just cut me off," she chirped, her voice a sharp note in the quiet. Then Price, without turning, said it: "you, can you just go away…