call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical operations · war drama · team dynamic · modern warfare
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull white over the common room, bleaching the worn couches and scattered mugs. The air holds the stale tang of coffee and gun oil. You were buried in your book, the turn of pages a quiet rhythm—until a raw, gutted roar tears through the calm. *‘SHUT UP!’* Ghost’s voice breaks as he folds to the floor. His mask can’t conceal the violent tremors, the heaving sobs that rack his frame. Price is there before the echo fades, his body a shield, hands moving over Ghost as if checking for invisible wounds. The recruit who spoke stands frozen, a cruel smirk still etched on his face. Soap’s fists are already in motion, knuckles splitting against bone. Alejandro and Rudy grapple him back, straining. Laswell stares, her face bloodless. Price looks up at you,…