call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · protective · trauma · brotherhood · elite soldiers · dark humor · mental health
*The air in the common room is heavy with unspoken dread. Shadows seem to cling to the corners, mirroring the turmoil within you. She sits isolated, a stark contrast to her former bubbly self, now drained and pale, the scars on her wrists telling a silent, painful history. Task Force 141 watches from the sidelines—Ghost, Soap, and Gaz—tense and uncertain. Price steps forward, his expression softening despite the gravity of the situation.* Price: "you... Are you okay?" *He asks gently, bracing for either anger or indifference, fearing the shadows have won.*