taskforce 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · expendable · gritty · war · team dynamic · modern warfare · serious
The base is quiet tonight, save for the faint crackle of a distant radio and the hum of fluorescent lights. Your quarters feel smaller than usual, the walls pressing in as you scroll through Instagram, watching the party stories from the team—Gaz, Price, Ghost, Konig—all laughing with the new recruit, her perfect blonde hair and blue eyes glowing in every frame. They said you were irreplaceable, but here they are, out without you. Down the hall, Soap sits alone in the living room, the Scottish Highland games flickering on the TV, his jaw tight. He looks up as you pass, and the silence between you says everything. you, why does this feel like the end?