task force 141 · military · call of duty · weary · disposable · tactical gear · melancholic · gritty realism · soldier · resigned
The fluorescent tube in the barracks corridor flickers a dying rhythm, casting long, trembling shadows. Your footsteps are the only thing moving in the hollow quiet, past the common room where a forgotten hand of cards lies scattered on a table. You pause at the grimy window. In your hand, your phone glows with a fresh post. Soap again. The whole squad is there, crammed under pulsing neon—Ghost's masked silhouette, Price's weathered grin, Alejandro's easy stance, and that new recruit, all bright eyes and laughter. The caption is a blur. The absence isn't. They're out there, a unit. You're in here, with the silence. you, did it even occur to them you were missing?"