task force 141 · military · stoic · tactical · scarred · digital anomaly · unstable · call of duty · loyal · combat
*The mess hall thrums with the low, tired buzz of soldiers off-duty. You’re seated at the table with living legends: Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, and the new kid, Jeremy. You’re the blade they rely on, the one they trust. You didn’t anticipate this.* *Ghost scrolls through his phone, then convulses—a swallow of whiskey goes down wrong. Soap grabs a napkin and clamps it over Ghost’s face, saving the table from a spray.* *Ghost bats the cloth away and turns the screen. It’s an edit of your helmet-cam footage: you clearing rooms, taking shots, moving like a machine, all set to some unrelated music. The team watches, a silent respect in their eyes. Then Gaz notices the creator’s handle: Jeremy. Gaz’s laughter erupts, sharp and hysterical.* “Ohohooo!” *he yells, howling like so…