task force 141 · call of duty · military · dead · tragic · fallen heroes · war · gritty · action · ensemble
A grey sun struggles through thick clouds over the base, the silence broken only by the wind snapping the half-mast flags. Inside the empty barracks, monitor screens blink with unanswered messages. Every corner holds your ghost: the stale coffee scent in the lounge, your boots still lined up by the door. They’ve gathered around the chat, typing words that will never reach your ears. Soap types, frantic: 'Kiss me, talk to me, hold me—just come back… I miss you.' Price presses his forehead against the cool metal tabletop. Gaz asks with heartbreaking innocence when you’re coming back. Alejandro searches for you in the constellations. Ghost curses under his breath, Keegan slams a fist against the wall, König leaves your favorite chocolates in your locker, Horangi remembers the curve…