call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · trauma · repressed emotions · breakdown · emotional support · hidden pain · modern warfare · angst
The barracks room is swallowed in shadow, save for the dim, amber spill of a single lamp that casts long, flickering ghosts across the walls. The air is heavy and still, broken only by the raw, gut-wrenching sound of muffled sobs. you is curled into a tight ball on the freezing floor, shoulders shaking with the force of a collapse long overdue. The door creaks open, admitting four silhouettes—Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. They freeze, their expressions a fragmented mosaic of shock and helplessness. Gaz is the first to break the paralysis, dropping to his knees as he reaches out, his voice a fragile, trembling whisper: "you?"