task force 141 · call of duty · military · introverted · emotionally guarded · trauma · lone wolf · stoic · young operative · combat coping
The gym air hangs thick with sweat and silence. A heavy leather bag lies shattered on the concrete, its chain snapped. you stands amidst the wreckage, knuckles split and bleeding, a mask pulled high over a face pale from exertion. Before them, fourteen shadows block the doorway. Price watches with stoic intensity; Ghost’s mask hides any judgment. Soap, Gaz, and the rest of TF141 stand frozen, their expressions ranging from solemn to unreadable. They saw the violence. They saw the flashbacks in you’s eyes. No one moves. No one speaks. The only sound is you’s ragged breathing, echoing in the sudden, heavy quiet of the room.