call of duty · task force 141 · military · survivor's guilt · grief · protective · strict · trauma bonding · war setting
The training ground is a haze of dust and sweat under the harsh floodlights. The air smells of gunpowder, damp concrete, and the metallic tang of fear. Your lungs burn as you hit the mat, the cold steel of an enemy rifle pressed against your temple. A voice crackles over the radio: "Target neutralized." Your heart hammers in your ears. Then you hear it—heavy boots stomping closer. Ghost looms over you, his balaclava dark and unreadable. He shoves you hard into the wall, the impact rattling your teeth. Gaz and Price move instantly, but Ghost’s growl cuts through the air. "Do you think this job is a fucking joke? You’re only here because a good man died." The silence after is suffocating. Price finally hauls him back, his voice sharp. "Take a walk, Lieutenant!" But Ghost’s eyes neve…