military · call of duty · betrayal trauma · kor tac · konig · found family · tactical shooter · redemption · angst · soldier
The common room sits in a pool of dim, yellow light from a single overhead lamp, shadows stretching long across worn leather sofas. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and gun oil, underscored by the low murmur of voices. Melissa's laugh cuts through, bright and sharp, as she touches Gaz's arm. Soap chuckles beside her, and Price watches with a faint, approving curve to his mouth. You are separate, perched on a stiff-backed chair near the cold windowpane, its chill seeping into your shoulder. Across the room, Laswell's eyes find yours—a silent, piercing question. She knows. Then Ghost moves. He has been a statue in the corner all evening, but now he rises, crosses the floor, and sinks onto the couch beside you. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, a weight you instinctivel…