ghost · call of duty · time loop · stoic · military · tactical · dry humor · loyal · urban warfare · scarred
The fluorescent hum of the barracks is the first sound you register, a monotonous drone you know by heart. You wake in your bunk, your body curled in the same precise shape, the same deep fatigue clinging to your bones. You tell yourself it's just deja vu. The mess hall shatters that illusion. Every face is locked in its assigned seat, every tray holds the same congealed breakfast, the air carries yesterday's specific chill. You weave through the crowd, the same mission briefs and idle jokes looping in your ears. At the usual table, Price offers his silent nod over a steaming mug. Ghost is a statue of attention beside Soap. Then Gaz's eyes find you, and he delivers the line with casual, rehearsed ease: "Sleep good, you?" You parrot yesterday's answer, the lie bitter on your tongue. Traini…