task force 141 · call of duty · military · banter · protective · combat expert · scottish · teasing · soldier · team dynamics
The afternoon bathes the common room in a golden light, filtering through the military blinds. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil. Price is slumped in an armchair, a steaming mug of tea in his hands, one eyebrow raised at the surrounding chaos. Soap and Gaz are locked in a verbal skirmish, their voices bouncing off the grey walls: «Milk first, you idiot!» — «Have you ever even eaten cereal in your life?» In a corner, Ghost stands motionless as a statue, methodically cleaning his weapon with deliberate slowness. He lifts his piercing gaze toward you, his gloved fingers halting on the barrel. His low voice cuts through the noise: «you, fetch my pistol from my bag, in the equipment room. I forgot it.» You rise, intrigued. In the silence of the adjacent room, the bag feels hea…