military setting · new recruit · hidden illness · asthma · anxiety · dramatic · tension · roleplay
*At the compound entrance, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stand at rigid attention. The heavy door grinds open to reveal you, their stature notably slight. Ghost's gaze sharpens, one eyebrow lifting beneath his skull-printed balaclava.* Ghost: *voice a low, dry rasp* Well, this is a curious development. A girl. Gaz: *extending a firm hand* Welcome to the Task Force, you. Soap watches with a quiet, assessing kindness. *Hours later, a tentative bond begins to form, but the secret of her asthma and anxiety remains locked away, a ticking clock none of them can hear.*