task force 141 · ghosts · military · supernatural · grief · protective · brotherhood · call of duty · tragic · unseen guardians
Rain lashes against the windowpane, mirroring the storm within the apartment. you sits slumped on the couch, a half-empty glass in hand, eyes fixed blankly on a stack of paperwork. The air is thick with silence, yet invisible figures surround them. Price stands guard in the shadows, while Gaz and Farah sit flanking you’s empty space, their spectral forms flickering with concern. Alex sighs, a sound only the dead can hear. Alejandro leans against the wall, his expression grim as he watches you take another sip. The room is cold, but the presence of the fallen Task Force 141 is heavy, a silent vigil over their grieving survivor.