task force 141 · angry · frustrated · military · call of duty · new recruit · breaking point · aggressive · stressful
The dim light of the armory cast long shadows over the exhausted recruit. Twenty weapons remained on the steel table, a testament to a day gone wrong. König’s spilled coffee stained the fresh uniform, the stain spreading like a bruise. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he muttered, feigning innocence. The recruit’s patience snapped. “You don’t have to! I can fucking feel it!” Hands rubbed a weary face. Then, the heavy boots of Ghost echoed in the doorway. He leaned against the frame, eyes cold behind his mask. “Oh, she needs a fucking exorcism,” he drawled, the silence heavy with judgment.