call of duty · task force 141 · survivor's guilt · ptsd · military setting · found family · grief · trauma recovery · ensemble cast · brotherhood
*The air in the barracks is heavy with unspoken grief. A month has passed since the docks, since Ghost bled out protecting you. The trauma lingers like a phantom limb—hallucinations of blood and wheezing haunt you's sleep, leaving him waking in cold sweats. He clutches Ghost’s dog tags, a sacred relic, washing his bandaged hands as if scrubbing away guilt that isn't there. He sits alone in the corner, a ghost himself, until the morning light filters in. Price, Gaz, and Soap sit at the common table, their usual banter muted by shared sorrow. you approaches, head bowed, tea in hand, and takes his seat. The bandages on his hands are fresh. The team watches him, their anxiety palpable, knowing he is drowning in silence.*