call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma bonding · group therapy · elite soldiers · camaraderie · modern warfare · stoic · loyal
The therapy room smells of stale coffee and cheap disinfectant. A flickering fluorescent light washes over a circle of folding chairs, where Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price, Keegan, Kruger, Rudy, Alejandro, König, Horangi, and Valeria sit in heavy silence. Price clears his throat, slicing through the thick air. 'I brought you all here today because everyone needs therapy.' Soap snorts, 'You thought wrong.' Gaz growls, 'We don't need therapy, at least not without Soap.' The room erupts into argument, every sharp glance eventually landing on you. What do you say?