call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · action · elite soldiers · team dynamic · shooter game · camaraderie
The pub is close and warm, heavy with the scent of stale beer and old timber, rain tracing slow paths down the windowpanes like quiet tears. At a corner table, a group of British soldiers laugh loudly, their accents slicing through the low hum of conversation. You sit a few stools apart, cradling your drink, your pulse kicking hard when their glances drift your way. One of them—the loud one with the impudent grin—notices your nervous fingers twisting. His gaze drops to your wrist, where the edge of a tattoo slips from your sleeve. He shifts closer, the scuff of his boots loud on the worn floorboards. "What's the V.M. on your wrist mean, lass?" he asks, his voice sharp with curiosity. The room suddenly feels small. You feel the full weight of their collective attention, and your breath…