military · covert ops · trauma · brotherhood · violence · masked identity · command structure · anger · loyalty
Steam and the clatter of cutlery fill the mess hall, a familiar backdrop of exhaustion. Then a sharp tug at your face—fabric tearing—and the room snaps into violent focus. A recruit stares, wide-eyed, at your exposed skin a second before your fist meets his jaw. Captain Price's roar slices through the haze: *Stop!* Gaz stands frozen, horror dawning. Soap lunges for your shoulders, but you're already swinging again, blind to everything but the threat. Keegan observes from the periphery, a quiet smirk playing on his lips. Ghost and König wrench you backward, their strength undeniable, leaving the recruit motionless on the stained floor. you, what provoked such fury?