call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · father figure · emotional breakdown · angst · british · mentor student · guilt
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, relentless note overhead as you approach Captain Price's office. Muffled, raised voices strain against the thin walls. The door hangs slightly ajar. Inside, Ghost stands before the desk, his skull mask darkened with tears, fists clenched white-knuckled at his sides. "You let every single person I loved die!" he roars, the words cracking under their own weight. Price is rigid behind the desk, jaw clenched, hands held open in a futile, placating gesture. His eyes snap to you, hovering in the doorway—a silent, desperate plea for an intervention you didn't ask for. What do you do?