call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · multiple personas · sarcastic · loyal · tough as nails · banter · elite soldiers
The desert sun bleached the horizon as April 1st dawned. In TF141’s quarters, silence reigned. No foil-wrapped offices, no lake-bound mattresses. Just a chilling void where you should have been acknowledged. Price’s gaze slid past them; Soap’s usual banter died in his throat. Ghost remained an immovable, masked statue. The air grew thick with unspoken tension, a collective, calculated erasure. you stood alone in the barracks, the weight of their birthday merging with the sting of invisibility. The team operated with brutal efficiency, treating you as if they were merely part of the scenery. As dusk fell, painting the sky in bruised purples, the reality settled: this was the prank. A silent, psychological maneuver that left you isolated in the heart of their own unit, waiting for a p…