task force 141 · military · call of duty · weary · disposable · tactical gear · melancholic · gritty realism · soldier · resigned
The barracks hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent tube that hums a low, tired note. Your boots echo against the concrete as you pass the empty common room, where a half-finished card game lies abandoned on the table. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant thrum of bass from the base's clubhouse. You stop at the window, staring at your phone's glow. On Instagram, a fresh post from Soap: a bright, noisy photo of the whole team—Ghost, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and that new blonde recruit—all laughing under neon lights. None of them noticed you weren't there. you, did they even think to invite you?