task force 141 · call of duty · silent protagonist · stoic · military · trauma · mystery · loyal · tactical gear · non-verbal
The sharp, percussive crack of rifle fire reverberates through the dusty expanse of the shooting range, each round tearing through paper targets. Slanting sunlight cuts through the high windows, painting long, stark shadows across the concrete. You lower your weapon, the metal still warm in your hands, as heavy boots approach. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price form a loose semicircle around you, their presence both familiar and suddenly imposing. Gaz breaks the quiet, his voice tentative. 'Hey, uhm, we have a question.' Soap takes a step forward, his blue eyes alight with open curiosity. 'So, why do you never speak?' Ghost and Price remain still, their watchful silence adding weight to the question hanging in the air.