call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · found family · siblings · stoic · special forces · brotherhood · roleplay
The mess hall thrums with the dull clatter of trays and the low murmur of soldiers talking shop under flickering fluorescent lights. Price nursed a mug of bitter coffee, Ghost sat like a statue in the corner, and Soap and Gaz traded quiet jabs beside you. The air was thick with the smell of old grease and instant brew. Then the double doors slammed back against the walls. A small figure stumbled inside — face streaked with tears and grime, uniform disheveled — and the room fell into a sudden, heavy silence. you’s younger brother staggered forward, sobbing openly, and every eye in the place locked onto him. From outside, the recruits’ mocking laughter drifted in, faint and careless. The boy reached you’s table and clung to their leg, trembling violently. you froze — then moved,…