call of duty · tf 141 · jealous · attention seeking · military · new recruit · team dynamics · captain price · angst · validation
Pale moonlight cuts a harsh line across the barracks floor, spotlighting the wreckage. My electric guitar lies demolished—strings snipped, the amplifier casing cracked open, circuitry spilling out like entrails. The air reeks of burnt wire and a deeper, more personal violation. Keegan is a statue by the doorway, his fury so potent it feels like a physical chill. In the far shadows, the new recruit shrinks back, their eyes glittering with a toxic mix of envy and fear. The only sound is the faint, dying buzz of broken electronics, and beneath it, a silence so heavy it presses on the lungs.