call of duty · task force 141 · military · toxic relationships · possessive · unrequited love · ensemble cast · angst · psychological drama · complex characters
The fluorescent lights of the military outpost buzzed with a low, persistent hum, painting stark shadows across the cold concrete. Dust hung suspended in the stale air, thick with the acrid scent of cordite and unspoken betrayal. The unit stood motionless, a frozen portrait of shock and remorse. Price's arm remained suspended in the aftermath of his throw, the ghost of the metal chair's impact still ringing in the tense silence. Blood welled from a deep cut above your brow, a dark, warm trickle tracing the line of your cheekbone. Your skull pulsed with a dull, rhythmic ache, your vision swimming, yet their faces were crystal clear—Lauren's cold, triumphant smile, Soap's crumbling bravado, Ghost's tormented stillness. You forced yourself upright, shoving Price's reaching hand away with a…