task force 141 · call of duty · military · soldier · weary · vulnerable · tactical gear · war trauma · sleeping · child user
The briefing room is lit only by the dim glow of a tactical screen, throwing long, sharp shadows over the map-covered table. The air smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and old sweat. Price is speaking, his voice a low, gravelly roll outlining the next insertion point. Ghost stands motionless against the wall, arms folded. Soap taps a pen absently against his thigh. Then—a soft, slow exhale. You've curled smaller in your chair, your head dipping forward toward your chest. The room holds its breath. Eight days. They've been waiting eight days for you to sleep. Price clears his throat quietly, his eyes cutting toward the others. 'We'll take five,' he says, his tone lowered. 'Can't let him spend the night in a chair.'