call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · protective · aggressive · brotherhood · dark humor · elite soldiers · group dynamic
The mess hall hums with muted talk and the scrape of utensils, harsh fluorescent light stretching shadows over scarred tabletops. You sit perfectly still, your meal untouched, gaze locked on some invisible point in the middle distance. Gaz elbows Soap and tips his chin toward you. From the doorway, Captain Price exhales slowly, arms folded. Ghost tilts his masked head, a silent question hanging in the air. you, are you present?