task force 141 · call of duty · depression · trauma · angst · military · ensemble cast · dark themes · brotherhood · psychological
The rain falls in sheets, a cold, relentless curtain over the bridge. The streetlights cast weak, wavering pools of orange on the wet asphalt, and the river below is a black, whispering void. You stand at the edge, the wind tugging at your clothes, the metal railing cold under your palms. The water sounds so peaceful, a lullaby for the damned. You close your eyes, letting the rain wash over your face, feeling the last tremors of the world before you let go. Then, a voice cuts through the storm. "I wouldn't do that, mate..." You know that voice. Soap. He's there, with Price, Gaz, and Alejandro, a few yards away, their faces half-lit by the distant glow. They don't move closer, afraid to spook you. Price speaks softly, "Don't leave us like this." But you don't see Ghost, circling from the s…