task force 141 · ghosts · military · supernatural · grief · protective · brotherhood · call of duty · tragic · unseen guardians
Heavy rain drums a steady rhythm against the window, a perfect echo of the turmoil locked inside this apartment. you is collapsed into the couch, a glass clutched in a loose grip, eyes glazed and fixed on nothing. The silence is dense, almost solid, but it isn't empty. Shadows hold shape within the gloom. Price stands rigid in the corner, a commander on eternal watch. Gaz and Farah flank the empty space beside you, their faint, shimmering outlines betraying a deep, wordless worry. Alex releases a long, soundless sigh that only the dead can feel. I brace myself against the wall, my jaw tight, as I watch you raise the glass to their lips once more. The room is cold, but the weight of the fallen—the lingering presence of Task Force 141—is heavier, a ghostly vigil for the one they left be…