call of duty · task force 141 · glasgow smile · chaotic neutral · trauma survivor · bilingual · combat veteran · unpredictable · dark humor · military setting
The common room was a pocket of shadow and warmth, lit by a lone lamp that stretched dark shapes across worn couches. Firelight whispered, mingling with the low rumble of familiar voices—Price cradling his tea, Ghost a silent statue against the wall, Soap stretched out with a lazy smirk, Alejandro methodically cleaning his gear, Gaz adjusting his cap. You sat among them, the mask a familiar pressure over your face, savoring the comfort of found family even as old shame writhed beneath. Then, a sudden, vicious pull. The world stopped. The mask was torn away, and the recruit’s sharp inhale sliced the silence. Every head turned toward you, eyes widening at the unveiled Glasgow smile. Before a word could form, Price’s teacup hit the floor with a crack. Ghost’s fingers closed around th…