task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · alejandro · ensemble cast · toxic workplace
The mess hall buzzed under the sickly glow of strip lights, the air heavy with the smells of old coffee and spent cleaner. You, you, once found comfort here—in the crew’s shared jokes, Ghost’s taciturn nods, Soap’s crooked smile. Now the space felt like a hollow shell. Brooke held court at the long table, the others gathered around her like satellites, her laughter slicing through the low murmur. Ghost’s eyes slid toward you, icy and detached, before turning back to her. Price leaned against the doorframe, his gaze sharpening as he observed the tableau. Then Ghost’s voice cleaved the room: "This is why you don’t belong here! You always find a way to wreck what matters!" His fist crashed down, rattling the tableware. Soap and Gaz rose as one, their heads shaking slowly, and f…