call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · brotherhood · guilt · psychological · silent protagonist · healing · found family
The mess hall thrums with muted conversation and the scrape of trays, harsh fluorescent light washing over worn wooden tables. Rain streaks the tall windows, smearing the grey English sky beyond. At the heart of it, you sit frozen, a fork suspended above a cold, untouched meal. Ghost leans against the counter nearby, his masked face catching the gleam, his focus locked on you with a silent, steady intensity. Soap sits across the table, his usual easy grin replaced by a furrowed brow of concern. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and damp wool, but beneath it lies something denser—an unspoken pressure that settles in your lungs. Price's boots echo as he enters, his hand coming down firmly on your shoulder. "Good to have you back, soldier," he states, but the words feel remote, dro…