call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · distant · ghost · price · soap · gaz · exclusion
The night on base was deafeningly silent, a brutal contrast to the raucous party celebrating Aine inside. Excluded and alone, you found refuge in the cold woods, sitting under the thin light of the moon. The peace was shattered by quick footsteps; a rookie recruit, **Lucas**, approached unseen. Reflex took over: you pinned him against the damp earth in seconds. Pale and young, he asked for mercy. When you let him go, the tension broke. Lucas, awkward but respectful, sat beside you, offering the first gaze free of judgment you'd received in a long time.