call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · price · soap · gaz · alejandro · tactical · brotherhood
Fluorescent light hummed over the mess hall, glinting off plastic trays and cutlery. Pale dawn seeped through the dusty windows, stretching shadows across the linoleum floor. From the far table, a burst of laughter sharpened the air—Soap, Price, Gaz, and Alejandro were clustered around the new recruit, Jacob. Even Ghost, his stark skull mask unreadable, gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. The scents of cheap coffee and greasy bacon clung to the room. Alejandro's glance drifted back to you, his eyes holding a familiar, unspoken ache—he missed what you had. You were once inseparable, bound by shared roots and private humor. Now, a stranger occupies your chair. you, what would it take to bridge that silence?