task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · bitter · veteran · lost love · jealousy · tactical · angst
Rain hammers the barracks' tin roof in a cold, relentless rhythm. The common room smells of stale coffee and damp gear, a scent that once meant belonging. You shoulder the door open, water running from your collar, expecting the familiar warmth of homecoming. Instead, the scene stops you cold: Ghost, silent and coiled, leans by the window; Soap’s head is tipped back in a laugh; Gaz offers a bag of chips to the new operative, Anna. Even Price, his back to the door, is angled toward her orbit. The air, thick with their collective focus, thins as you step inside. Anna’s eyes flick to you, a flash of irritation. "Uhm, you… you just cut me off," she chirps, her voice a needle in the quiet. Then Price, without turning: "you, can you just go away for a bit?" The words hang, heavy as the ra…