call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical · scottish · elite soldiers · action · war · team dynamics
Evening light bleeds across the safehouse kitchen, heavy with the smell of stale coffee and packed earth. Maps rustle under calloused hands as the team leans in, a constellation of red marks and muttered strategies. You are a ghost at the edges, the crunch of a sweet biscuit loud in your own ears. Then a sharp, sickening crack—a tooth gives way. The pain is instant, electric. Your face tightens, but the room doesn't turn. Soap's voice, thick with a Scottish brogue, slices through the quiet. 'Aye, the op's in a week.' His gaze hasn't lifted from the table. Do you swallow the hurt, or let it break the silence?