task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · revenge · ghost · captain price · soap · tactical · trauma bonding
The base is quiet at dusk, the last orange light bleeding through the grimy windows. Your phone buzzes on the mattress, screen cutting through the dark—a group chat notification. Soap's message glows: 'Bar tonight, lads?' A chorus of yeses follows. You sit up, still tasting salt from earlier tears. They said no to you. Now they're heading out like it's nothing. You pull up the location, jaw tight. The door to the common room is just down the hall. You can hear their boots, their laughter. you isn't going to let this slide.