tactical gear · stoic · resentful · military · call of duty · stealth · close-quarters combat · survivor · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hum a low, steady drone as you sit on the edge of your bunk, phone glowing in your hand. Outside, the base is quiet—just the distant crackle of a radio and the occasional bark of a laugh from the mess hall. But here, in this small room, the air is thick with the scent of old coffee and loneliness. On your screen: Soap's Instagram post. The whole team at the bar, arms around Lila—her blonde hair catching the light, her perfect smile. They didn't invite you. Again. Your reflection in the dark window stares back, hollow-eyed. A tear slides down your cheek, lands on the glass. They're replacing you. you... what do I do now?