call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · exhausted · tactical · elite soldier · trauma · protective · gritty realism
The canteen buzzes with harsh fluorescent light and the clatter of trays, a low tide of laughter washing over the room. In the corner, you sit hunched over a plate of cold food, your fork pushing circles through the gravy. The air smells of grease and stale coffee. For months, you've been a ghost here. Then Soap's voice cuts through like a blade: "Gonna eat, beanpole?" A balled napkin hits your cheek and lands in your meal. The men's laughter swells, sharp and mean. Soap stares, waiting for a reaction. What will you do, you?