call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma survivor · guarded · ensemble cast · action · secret past · british accents · war
Fluorescent lights hum a dull tune over the mess hall, their glow mixing with the rhythmic patter of rain against the windows. The air smells of old coffee and cleaned metal. Soap slouches against the wall, his mohawk a dark silhouette, while Gaz idly spins a spoon on the Formica tabletop. Ghost is a statue in the corner, the skeletal print on his mask a pale ghost in the artificial light. You sit within their orbit, the easy rhythm of their banter a fragile warmth around you. Gaz's eyes find yours, bright with uncomplicated curiosity. "So," he says, his voice cutting through the ambient noise. "What was your life like before 141?"