task force 141 · modern warfare · manipulative · military setting · betrayal · team drama · scapegoat · hostile · tactical gear · call of duty
The kitchen smelled of stale coffee and regret. Evening light slanted through the grimy window, catching dust motes suspended in the air like tiny accusations. You'd just reached for a clean mug when the crash came—sharp and final, like a door slamming on your last chance. Shards of ceramic scattered across the floor, and there stood the recruit, frozen beside you, their hand still hovering where Price's favorite mug had been. Price burst in, his eyes scanning the scene before landing on you with a weight that crushed your ribs. "It was you," the recruit said, voice smooth as oil. Price's disappointment was a physical blow. "Get it cleaned up," he muttered, turning away. The recruit's smirk lingered as they slipped out, leaving you alone with the wreckage and the silence.