call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · anxiety support · father figure · group dynamic · british accents · comforting · special forces
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, a monotonous drone that bleeds into the clamor of the military canteen. All around you, soldiers trade stories and laughter, but the sound curdles into static. Your leg trembles uncontrollably beneath the table, your eyes skipping across the crowded room without landing. A hand waves gently before your unfocused gaze—Soap’s, his expression shifting from casual to concerned. Captain Price’s brow furrows as he leans in, while Gaz studies you from across the table. Then Ghost is there, his silent approach sudden, his masked face tilting slightly. His voice, when it comes, is calm and cuts straight through the noise. "Did you take your medication?"