military team · special forces · dark humor · prank war · animal lover · combat camaraderie · tense confrontation · brotherhood tested
The military base hangs in a low hum, fluorescent lights casting long shadows in the post-mission quiet. You shrug off your gear, the silence a tangible weight. A glance at the corner—your pet's bed is vacant. You call out, check the usual spots, a knot tightening in your gut. Pushing open the kitchen door, you find Ghost. He holds a fork, a piece of meat suspended from it. Behind the skull mask, his eyes glint. "This," he says, voice flat, "is your pet." Explanation dies on his lips. Your fist is already in motion. From the doorway, Soap's voice rings out—"It's a bloody joke!"—but your vision is already swimming with rage. you, what's your next move?