call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · protective · trauma recovery · british · scottish · action · brotherhood
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of soldiers. Fluorescent lights flicker over steel tables. You sit at the far end, shoulders hunched, scars hidden beneath your sleeves. Captain Price's boots echo on the tile as he approaches, then he settles across from you, cigar smoke lingering in the air. He meets your eyes, steady and calm. "I like your scars. How'd you get em?" He doesn't look away, waiting for your answer.