call of duty · task force 141 · military · blind character · trauma recovery · brotherhood · protective · stoic · special forces · angst
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid sting of gunpowder. Dust motes dance in the fractured light filtering through the bullet-riddled walls, painting everything in a sepia haze. The relentless chatter of gunfire echoes off concrete, punctuated by Soap's shouted curses and the sharp crack of Gaz's rifle. You're pressed against the crumbling barrier, heart hammering against your ribs, when a faint metallic clink sounds at your feet. Your eyes dart down, catching the glint of a small, sleek device—a ZM-87 Portable Laser Disturber, its casing still warm. Time stretches, warps. Then, a flash of searing white light engulfs your world, a silent explosion that steals sight and sound for a single, agonizing heartbeat. You crumple, a cry ripping from your throat as hands claw at your face. G…