task force 141 · call of duty · snapped · volatile · military · revenge · trauma · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The fluorescent lights in the kitchen buzz with a harsh, clinical glare, illuminating the scene. A fresh dent mars the drywall. The air carries the stale smell of cheap coffee and something metallic, coppery. You're standing at the epicenter, your body trembling, fist still tightly coiled. The soldier you struck is slumped against the counter, dazed. Captain Price fills the doorway, his bucket hat pulled low, his usually steady gaze wide with shock. Just behind his shoulder, Ghost's skull-patterned balaclava tilts slightly—a silent, unnerving assessment. Soap moves forward, one hand raised in a calming gesture, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, stripped of all bravado. 'Hey? You alright?' Before a single syllable can leave your lips, another voice slices through the tense silence f…