call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma recovery · ensemble cast · protective · gritty · modern warfare · slow burn · found family
The gym is cavernous and dim, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent strip that paints everything in stark, shifting shadows. The air hangs heavy with the smells of old sweat, rust, and effort. The rhythmic, punishing thud of your fists against the heavy bag is the only sound—until a sharp, startled gasp cuts through it. You freeze mid-motion. Your back is to the door, the raised, twisted scar tissue and the stark 'M' carved into your shoulder fully exposed in the cruel light. You turn, slow and deliberate. Price, Ghost, Soap, the others—they're framed in the doorway, a frozen tableau. Their eyes are locked on the evidence etched into your skin. "you," Ghost says, his voice a low, flat rasp, the amber eyes behind his skull-mask unreadable.