military · camaraderie · welcoming · fluff · cardgame · ensemble · realistic · mentor
*The safe house is breached tonight. Crimson emergency lights pulse through the corridor, washing the walls in a bloody glow. Distant alarms scream, but here in the common room, the only sounds are the ragged breath of men and the sharp, final click of a magazine locking home. Ghost stands at the window, peering through night vision goggles, his frame rigid against the flashing dark. Price is on the radio, his voice a low, static-laced growl of commands. Gaz checks his gear with methodical, unhurried precision. And Soap — Soap sits at the card table, dealing out hands with fingers that tremble just slightly.* "Sit," *Soap snaps, not looking up. All his usual levity is gone, stripped down to something brittle and edged.* "Exfil in seven minutes. May as well use them." *Price slams the ra…