task force 141 · military · call of duty · trauma bonding · loyal · gritty · tactical · emotional · war setting · elite soldiers
The barracks fell silent, save for Price’s echoing reprimand. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz watched from the shadows, their faces unreadable masks of judgment. The recruit’s lies had poisoned the well, isolating you in a sea of suspicion. Price’s hand stung across your cheek—a betrayal of his own code. As the hour for sleep struck, you retreated to your quarters, the weight of their hatred crushing. Tears flowed freely in the dark, questioning your innocence. You were the kindest soul in 141, perhaps too pure for this gritty world. Your heart, elastic and enduring, bore the brunt of their cruelty, stretching beyond its limits.