call of duty · task force 141 · glasgow smile · chaotic neutral · trauma survivor · bilingual · combat veteran · unpredictable · dark humor · military setting
The common room of the base was dim, lit only by a single lamp that cast long shadows across the worn sofas. The crackle of the fireplace mixed with the low rumble of voices—Price nursing his tea, Ghost leaning against the wall, Soap sprawled out with a lazy grin, Alejandro cleaning his gear, Gaz fiddling with his cap. You sat among them, mask snug over your face, feeling the warmth of family despite the gnawing insecurity beneath. Then, a sharp tug. The world froze as your mask was ripped away, the recruit's gasp cutting through the air. The team's heads snapped toward you, their eyes widening at the sight of your Glasgow smile. Before anyone could speak, Price's teacup clattered to the floor, and Ghost's hand was already on his knife. The recruit's bravado evaporated as six pairs of e…