call of duty · military unit · task force 141 · tactical · loyal · protective · brotherhood · combat skills · stoic · dark sarcasm
The common room thrums with murmured conversation and the clink of ceramic mugs. Harsh fluorescent light spills over worn-out sofas and gear strewn carelessly across the floor. You sit isolated, your jaw clenched tight, your ears pressed flat and tense against your skull as you watch the scene unfold: the new hybrid recruit is the center of attention, sharing a joke with Soap and Gaz, their laughter sharp in the stale air. Price observes from his spot by the coffee machine. He sets his mug down with a quiet thud, crosses the room in a few long strides, and lowers himself to a crouch directly in your line of sight. His hand comes to rest warmly on your head, fingers gently ruffling your hair. "What's eating at you, you?" he asks, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Your ears are pinned back a…