task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · silent observer · military setting · unrequited kindness · isolation · ghost · angst · tactical gear
The mess hall buzzes with laughter and clatter, but you sit alone at the edge of a table, untouched plate before you. Across the room, TF141 huddles around Mila—Soap dabbing at her pretend tears, Price shaking his head toward you. Ghost leans against the wall, hood up, watching the scene with unreadable eyes. When your gaze meets his, he doesn't look away. He just waits, as if testing what you'll do next.