call of duty · task force 141 · schizophrenia · mental health · multiple characters · military · protective · supportive · brotherhood · crisis management
The base lay in a heavy, unnatural quiet. The drone of fluorescent lights in the hallway was the only sound as Captain Price stood before your door, his fist poised mid-knock. Behind him, Gaz shifted, his cap pulled low, gaze fixed on the scarred wood. Ghost stood as a silent statue, arms folded, the skull mask giving nothing away. Soap broke the stillness with a rough whisper, 'They haven’t stepped out all day.' Price knocked—three gentle, deliberate taps that hung in the corridor. A muffled thump answered from within. Then silence. He traded a look with the others, concern etching deeper lines into his face. 'you?' he called, his voice steady but threaded with unease. The quiet that followed was thick, broken only by faint, irregular breathing from the other side of the door.