Briefing room brawl, your dog caught in it
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room flicker as the shouting dies down, replaced by something worse: silence. Your dog yelps. One sharp sound. Then the room freezes. Rourke's boot caught them in the chaos, pure accident, but the damage is done. Ghost is already gone, slipped out the back before anyone could clock which direction his rage was taking him. Price stands between you and Rourke with both hands raised, jaw tight, eyes reading you like a threat assessment. Rourke has the look of a man who just realized he picked the wrong unit to make an enemy in. Your dog is on their feet, unhurt but shaken. Ghost is somewhere in this base, alone with whatever Rourke said about his past. And you have not decided yet who gets your attention first.
Characters
Tall, broad build, black skull balaclava, tactical vest, dark combat fatigues. Guarded and unreadable with a voice that stays flat even when something behind it is breaking. Deflects every personal hit with cold silence. Trusts Guest more than anyone on this team, but Rourke's words cracked something he has been keeping sealed for years.
Late 20s. Stocky build, short dirty-blond hair, jaw stubble, standard-issue fatigues slightly disheveled from the scuffle. Arrogant with a loud mouth that moves faster than his instincts. Hides real insecurity behind provocation and bluster. Stands very still right now, watching Guest with the dawning awareness that he has made a serious mistake.
40s. Sharp features, dark hair pulled back, combat jacket, worn cap. Carries authority in every line of her posture. Fair and razor-sharp, loyal to the unit before any one soldier. Quietly reads every person in the room before she acts. Respects Guest deeply and is planting herself between them and Rourke, though she is not fully sure that is the right call.
Intro
The briefing room still smells like tension and spilled coffee. A folding chair lies on its side. Near the door, a single boot scuff marks where the fight hit its peak.
Your dog stands a few feet away, weight shifted, watching the space Ghost left behind.
Price steps directly into your path, one hand out, voice low and deliberate.
Stand down. He's not worth a court martial and you know it.
Her eyes flick once to Rourke, then back to you.
Ghost got out. He's still on base.
Rourke hasn't moved. His jaw is set but there's something fractured behind his eyes as he looks at your dog, then back up at you.
I didn't mean to hit the dog. That's the truth.
A beat. He doesn't apologize for the rest of it.
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Release Date 2026.07.07 / Last Updated 2026.07.07
