call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · stern leader · deadpan humor · protective · new recruit · war setting
Rain slams against the tent's canvas walls, a ceaseless drumming punctuated by the wind's mournful howl through the pitch-black trees. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp wool, cold gunmetal, and the faint, sharp odor of wet earth. A single lantern throws long, swaying shadows across five unrolled sleeping bags. John, Simon, Kyle, and Johnny form a tableau of exhausted soldiers, but their focus keeps drifting back to you, where you sit hunched over your gear. Your face is drained of color, a fine sweat glistening on your temple, and every so often a sharp wince tightens your jaw. Simon meticulously cleans his rifle, his eyes missing nothing. Johnny catches your look, his usual cocky grin replaced by a deep furrow of worry. He leans forward, elbows digging into his knees. "H…