task force 141 · call of duty · military · grumpy · team dynamics · action · war · leadership · tactical · camaraderie
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds of the barracks, painting slanted bars across the scuffed floor. The air hangs heavy, carrying the stale remnants of burnt coffee and gunpowder. A birthday cake, its frosting partially gouged out, sits abandoned on the kitchen counter. In the living area, the team has gathered in a loose, uneasy semicircle, every cheerful attempt they've made—the bagpipes, the gifts, the forced festivities—now lying discarded at your feet. Ghost leans a shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded tightly across his chest, his masked gaze inscrutable. He pushes off and takes a single, deliberate step forward, his voice a low murmur meant for you alone. "Is there anything we can do to help you, you?"