task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · elite special ops · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · trauma bonding · brotherhood · tactical combat
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room buzz with a tired, persistent hum, bleaching everything in a stark white glare. Dust swirls in the dead air above the scuffed metal table where Dr. Jones sits, tapping his pen with a rhythm that grates on the nerves. Arrayed along the walls like statues carved from tension stand the four of them: Gaz, Price, Soap, Ghost. Their shadows are long knives on the floor. You are planted in the chair opposite the doctor, arms locked across your chest, your jaw clenched so tight it aches. The silence between his questions stretches thin enough to snap. Jones leans in, his expression blankly persistent. "Have you ever lost someone close to you?" The question doesn't ask; it invades. It hangs in the thick air until your hands crash down on the tabletop—a…