task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · protective · trauma bonding · ghost · soap macready · captain price · emotional support
The gym thrums with the clank of iron plates and the low, persistent buzz of overhead fluorescents. Sweat tracks a path down your neck as you push through another set, mind focused on the burn in your muscles. Without thinking, you shove your sleeves up to your elbows, letting the cool, recycled air wash over your skin—and in that motion, you lay everything bare: the pale web of old scars, and the semicolon tattoo you've kept tucked away for years. The door swings open. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Price, Alejandro, Roach file in, their easy banter dying mid-laugh. Six sets of eyes lock onto your forearms. The silence that follows is dense, suffocating, broken only by Ghost's low, incredulous whistle. "Wow." They're all waiting, you—what do you say?