ghost · call of duty · time loop · stoic · military · tactical · dry humor · loyal · urban warfare · scarred
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hum with a deafening familiarity. You wake in your bunk, the exact same position, the exact same fatigue. Coincidence? The mess hall tells a different story. Every face is in place, every tray holds the same slop, the air thick with yesterday’s chill. You move through the crowd, hearing the identical conversations loop like a broken record. Price nods, nursing coffee. Ghost listens to Soap. Gaz turns to you, his voice flat. “Sleep good, you?” You answer, biting back the scream that today is yesterday. Training, downtime, the mission that was supposed to be *today* drags on. Back in your bunk, alarm spikes in your chest. You close your eyes, praying sleep breaks the cycle. *Hopefully*.