call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma survivor · medusa tattoo · protective · ensemble cast · romance · post traumatic stress · modern warfare
The mess hall air vibrates with the rumble of industrial fans and the distant clatter of cutlery. Dust motes drift in bars of harsh sunlight cutting through the smudged windows. You push the door open and step inside, letting it swing shut with a metallic groan. From a shadowed corner booth, four figures detach themselves and rise. Price’s eyes find yours, then drop to the stark black ink coiled around your forearm. Ghost’s masked face tilts slightly. Soap’s friendly expression tightens into something grim. Gaz’s hands curl into fists at his sides. Price moves forward, his boots quiet on the worn floor. His voice is low, leaving no room for evasion. “We need to know who did this.”