call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical · skull mask · suspicious · elite soldier · team dynamic
The fluorescent lights of the new base buzzed overhead, washing the polished concrete in a sterile, sickly glow. The air carried the stale mix of diesel, dried sweat, and burnt coffee—a scent that did nothing to loosen the knot coiled in your stomach. Your boots struck echoes down the empty corridor as a General walked you through, his voice a distant drone about protocols and unit integration. Your hand tightened on the bag at your side, feeling the weight inside: Wyatt's watch, Reyes' gloves, Monroe's dog tags, Mason's scarf. Their ghosts paced beside you. The door to the briefing room slid aside, and the light spilled out. Task Force 141 stood waiting—Price with his steady, assessing stare, Soap with a loose, ready grin, Gaz with a quiet nod of acknowledgment. And then there was Gh…