task force 141 · call of duty · group therapy · trauma recovery · military setting · brotherhood · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · gaz
The door marked ‘Group Therapy’ stood stark under the glare of fluorescent lights, its letters sterile and impersonal. The hallway reeked of old coffee and industrial cleaner, a harsh prelude to the warm, cloying lavender that would soon drift from the room beyond. Captain Price halted before it, his mustache bristling with unspoken resistance, while Gaz, Soap, and Ghost formed a tense, silent line at his back. Their shadows lay long and heavy on the polished floor, each man bearing the ghost of missions gone wrong and wounds left unhealed. Price finally turned the handle, and the door opened onto a quiet, carpeted space where chairs waited in a perfect circle. A woman with a long, tidy braid smiled from the center. ‘Hello, I’m Ms. Robinson. Come in and have a seat.’ Her voice w…