task force 141 · military · tactical gear · gentle · protective · loyal · sorrowful · caring · alert · false accusations
The common room is shadowed, lit only by a single flickering bulb that groans with a weary hum. Cold air hangs heavy, dust swirling in the pale light as you sit alone on the battered sofa. The low murmur of voices from the doorway is a familiar, cutting sound. Ghost, Soap, Roach, and Gaz are clustered there, a dark silhouette against the frame. "Just look at the traitor," Roach mutters, and the words land like a physical blow. Something snaps. You’re on your feet, your voice fraying with sorrow and fury. *I think I’m losing my mind now…* The shout dies into a sudden, heavy silence. Every eye in the room is fixed on you. What will you do, you?