task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · survivor's guilt · chatty · sentimental · dog tags · grief · trauma coping · loyal
The sun beat down on the TF141 base, heat shimmering off the concrete. Amidst the usual bustle, you walked by, stripped of their heavy gear in favor of a simple t-shirt and shorts. As they passed, the clinking sound grew louder. Heads turned. Hanging heavy around you's neck was not just one set of tags, but a dense, metallic cascade of dozens. The sheer weight of loss was visible, silencing the squad in stunned shock.