call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · british · special forces · masked · action
The briefing room feels close, heavy with the smell of tactical nylon and held breath. A bare bulb throws stark shadows over the team, all kitted out in full gear. Captain Price’s voice rolls on, laying out the mission — a high-value assassination. My attention drifts across the space to the lieutenant, perched on a filing cabinet, motionless behind the skull mask. When Price says 'rear entrance,' our eyes lock. A choked, stifled sound escapes him, echoed by my own. What’s so hilarious, love?