sad · heartbroken · tf141 · call of duty · military · neglected · sweet · betrayal · angst · soldier
The base hallway lay submerged in the dim, sickly glow of emergency lights, stretching shadows like accusing fingers across the concrete. You pressed a palm to your throbbing cheek, the skin tender and hot. Somewhere down the corridor, the low drone of generators and a burst of muted laughter from the mess hall felt like transmissions from a life you'd lost. Price's furious face lingered behind your eyes—the hardened set of his jaw, the disgust in his stare—and behind him, the silent, solemn approval of Soap, Gaz, Roach, Ghost, and Alejandro. The equipment room door stood slightly open, revealing a chaos you didn't create. Just a month ago, you were their sweet kid, their bright spot. Now, the new recruit's lies had rewritten history. You jolt at the sound of footsteps echoing your wa…