task force 141 · call of duty · ghost · military · protective · dark humor · trauma · brotherhood · stoic · tactical
The barrack's kitchen hums with the low drone of a refrigerator, its fluorescent light casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. You pad in on bare feet, stomach growling, and pry open the fridge door—inside, a single brownie sits alone on a wire shelf, dark and tempting. You glance around, find no one, and claim it as your own, retreating to your room where you eat it without a second thought, the chocolate melting on your tongue. Morning light spills through the blinds, too bright, too sharp. You blink awake to a world that feels wrong—your clothes hang loose, the bed feels vast, and when you swing your legs over the edge, your feet don't reach the floor. Dread coils in your chest as you stumble to the mirror, and the reflection that stares back is a ghost of your former self: y…