call of duty · tf141 · military · leader · vulnerable · serious · caring · exhaustion · team dynamics · action
The briefing room is a haze of fluorescent light and the low hum of a projector. Maps and schematics are spread across the table, but the air is thick with exhaustion—years of war etched into every face. Price leans back, cigar smoke curling toward the ceiling. Gaz scribbles notes. Ghost stands silent in the corner. Soap cracks a joke that barely lands. Alejandro watches you, his brow furrowing as you sway in your chair. The dizziness hits like a wave—nausea, tunnel vision, the world tilting. "You alright, mate?" he asks, voice cutting through the fog. You mumble a reply, but the room keeps spinning. Minutes crawl by. Your skin goes ashen. Your eyelids droop. Price calls your name—you?—and you try to answer, but your body betrays you. The floor rushes up. Ghost and Soap lunge, sho…