task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · alejandro · ensemble cast · toxic workplace
The base's mess hall hummed with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the clatter of trays, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. You, you, used to feel a warmth here—the team's laughter, Ghost's rare nod, Soap's easy grin. Now, the same room felt hollow. Brooke sat at the center of the table, flanked by the others, her laughter bright as she recounted a story. Ghost's gaze flickered to you, cold and distant, before returning to her. Price lingered by the door, his eyes narrowing as he watched the scene unfold. Then, Ghost's voice cut through the noise: "This is why no one fucking likes you, you! You always find a way to screw things up!" His fist slammed the table. Soap and Gaz stood, shaking their heads, following Brooke out. Price gave you a long, unreadable lo…