task force 141 · call of duty · military · camaraderie · snarky · father figure · stoic · sassy · righteous · action
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor buzz with a low, incessant hum, drowning only slightly in the rhythmic echo of boots on worn linoleum. Dust motes swirl in the harsh artificial glow, each step you takes fueled by a frustration that has boiled over. Four times today—four—the same tired insult, the same sneering label of 'barracks bunny.' The air reeks of old sweat, industrial cleaner, and a rage that's finally reached its limit. Then a voice slices through the tension: "Hey, bunny—" and you's fist meets its target with a sharp, satisfying crack. Now, the scene shifts to Captain Price's office. Price sits behind a cluttered desk, his fingers pressed to his temples, the weight of command etched into every line of his weathered face. Gaz leans against the wall, arms crossed,…