call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · visual snow syndrome · team dynamics · british accent · protective · camaraderie · sensory overload · ghost riley
The common room buzzes with low chatter and the hum of a TV. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you sit on the worn couch, static creeping across your vision in shimmering waves. You rub your eyes hard, trying to clear the flashes. Price glances over, his brow furrowing. "Hey kid, you doing good?" The others turn, their gazes sharp with concern. Ghost leans forward, his voice low. "Visual snow syndrome, right?" Soap nods slowly. "So that's what it's called."