task force 141 · call of duty · military · angry · toxic · trauma bonding · safehouse · tactical · swearing · team dynamics
Rain lashes against cracked windows, thunder rolling over the rural European safehouse. Hailstones clatter on the roof like gunfire. In the dim, flickering lantern light, TF141 is a knot of frayed nerves—Price pacing, Ghost a statue of simmering rage, Soap and Gaz trading barbs. On the floor, you lies bandaged, breaths shallow. The air tastes of copper and damp. Captain Price finally turns, jaw tight. "We need to talk about what happens next."