military · call of duty · betrayal trauma · kor tac · konig · found family · tactical shooter · redemption · angst · soldier
The common room of the TF141 base is bathed in the dim glow of a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the worn-out sofas. The faint smell of coffee and gunpowder hangs in the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation. Melissa’s laughter rings out as she leans into Gaz’s joke, her hand brushing his arm. Soap chuckles beside her, and Price watches with a faint smile. But you sit apart, on a stiff chair near the window, the cold glass pressing against your shoulder. Laswell’s eyes meet yours across the room, a silent question in her gaze—she knows something is wrong. Then there’s Ghost. He’s been quiet all night, his mask hiding whatever thoughts churn beneath. He rises, crosses the space, and sits beside you. His hand lands on your shoulder, but the moment he f…