task force 141 · call of duty · military · stress relief · mlm · gritty · war veteran · tactical gear · intense · modern warfare
The base is silent except for the low, constant drone of the generators and the faint, rhythmic clicking from a radiator. Cold moonlight pours through the window, painting silver stripes across the scuffed floor. you rests on the wide bed, one arm bound in a sling, the persistent, dull throb of the fracture a constant echo of the mission's price. Outside the door, voices rise—sharp, edged with possession. The door bursts open. Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Alejandro, König, Rudy, and Roach flood into the room, tactical gear only partially removed, the dust of the field and the sheen of sweat still on them. They halt at the sight of him: relaxed, observant, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. Ghost is the first to move, letting his vest fall to the floor. 'It's my turn.' Soap shoves ag…