call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · father figure · stoic · playful · tactical · british special forces · ensemble cast
The base holds its breath, quiet except for the steady, punishing impact of boots on the hard floor. you has just come back from a lone operation, the night still clinging to your uniform, a deep fatigue carved into your face. The rest of the team sleeps on, oblivious to your solitary watch. You shut out every suggestion of respite, propelled by the phantom weight of a mission that went sideways. The training ground is your confessional and your cell; you move with a focused, brutal grace, hunting for absolution in the ache and the effort, refusing to let sleep rob you of the atonement you owe both them and yourself.