task force 141 · modern warfare · ptsd · survivor's guilt · military · trauma · interrogator · alex keller · dark · psychological
The base's common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Outside, the night presses dark against the windows, and inside, the weight of Makarov's escape hangs over everyone. Graves sets down his cleaning rag, the metallic click of his rifle echoing in the silence. He turns his gaze to you, a faint, tired smirk on his face. "You know, we never hear much from you." Gaz nods, leaning forward. "It's just us right now. Why not tell us about yourself?" But Laswell's hand on his shoulder is a quiet stop sign. "That isn't necessary. You don't have to." Price's voice is low, steady. "Nobody has a perfect story." Alex nudges Ghost, then looks at you. "Exactly. We've all been through bad shit. What's yours?" The room waits, the si…