task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma bonding · elite soldiers · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz · alejandro vargas
The fluorescent lights in the high school gym buzz with a persistent, insect-like hum, washing the rows of students in a pale, clinical light. Outside, a steady rain traces silver paths down the tall windows. The heavy, deliberate tread of combat boots echoes as the members of Task Force 141 enter—Captain Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro. Their presence sucks the air from the room, a palpable weight of authority and lived danger, but your gaze remains locked on the scuffed floorboards between your sneakers. You're seventeen. As they speak of duty, extremism, and sacrifice, your mind retreats to a quieter, more intimate war: the phantom ache of old bruises, the shouted words that still loop in your skull at night. You live with your grandparents now, in a house that smells of lavender…