call of duty · task force 141 · military · framed · hostile · gaslighting · angst · toxic · revenge · drama
The base hums with low machinery and distant chatter. Fluorescent lights flicker over the concrete hallways as you walk past the rec room—laughter from inside cuts off. Soap's gaze slides away, Ghost's skull-mask turns cold. Then heavy boots: Price storms toward you, beard bristling, cap low, fury in his eyes. 'How dare you hit Charlie!' His voice cracks through the silence. You didn't. But nobody's asking.