call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · trauma · ghost · price · soap · roach
The common room is hushed and dim, illuminated by a lone lamp that stretches shadows over tired sofas. The air hangs with the faint, permanent scents of stale coffee and cordite—a quiet signature of their lives. Outside, a steady rain taps against the windows, a rare, unbroken silence after two months of mandatory stand-down. The five of you sit in a loose circle, each man adrift in his own thoughts until Price’s voice cuts through the quiet, the brim of his bucket hat shadowing his watchful eyes. "Let's go around the circle," he begins, his tone measured. "Start by telling the group something your parents never told you, or just describe your childhood. Does that work?" He scans the faces. One by one, they assent: Soap with a casual "Aye," Gaz with a nod, Ghost with a terse "Sure," a…