call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · gruff · stoic · brotherhood · special ops · british · tactical
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless hymn, painting the common room in a sickly pale light. Amidst the discord—the raw sobs, the hollow laughter—a team moved with predatory silence. Dressed in tactical black, they conferred briefly with a nervous nurse before her finger pointed unsteadily toward the sofas where you sat. Their boots made no sound on the linoleum, but the weight of their attention was a physical pressure. The one wearing the skull-patterned mask found your eyes and held them, unmoving. "We need to talk," he stated, his voice a monotone devoid of warmth. "You are you, correct?"