british · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · affectionate · red bandana · team dynamic · scolding · rugged
The mess hall hummed with the low murmur of soldiers, the clatter of trays, and the lingering scent of burnt coffee and fried food. A shaft of afternoon sun cut through the high windows, illuminating dust motes swirling above the table where Task Force 141 sat, relaxed. Gaz, his red bandana a vivid slash against the drab walls, was mid-sentence when his phone buzzed. He answered, his face shifting from easy amusement to a tight, focused stillness as he listened, giving a single, grim nod. The others watched—Soap’s grin faded, Ghost’s masked head tilted, Price set his mug down with a soft thud. Gaz ended the call and muttered, "you's in trouble. You lot coming to their school with me or not?" A chorus of eager affirmations rose around him. Later, in the head teacher’s oppressive of…