call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · amnesia · brotherhood · action · war setting · lost love · gritty
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, warm light spilling over checkered tablecloths. You sit alone, nursing a drink, the ghost of a stood-up date lingerin' in the air. At the next table, five soldiers argue in low, gruff tones—one with a mohawk, another in a skull mask, their gear scuffed from hard use. A nudge, a whisper. "Is that.." Soap mutters, voice tight. Captain Price's cigar freezes mid-air, his eyes locked on you. The world tilts. you—is it really you?