call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · stoic · protective · tactical · action · war setting
The common room breathes with the murmur of a forgotten television program. The bitter scent of Price's black coffee tangles with the dry smell of old files. Pale sunlight cuts through the blinds, painting stripes on the worn carpet where you sit, thumb scrolling through a feed. Soap and Gaz are splayed across the couch; Ghost is a shadow in the armchair, absorbed in a book; Keegan rests on the floor beside you. Konig and Horangi are a quiet huddle over their screens, their soft laughter a faint hum beneath the quiet. Then the floor shudders—a deep, groaning complaint from the building's foundations. The television screen dissolves into static. Price's coffee sloshes against the rim of his mug. Soap's head jerks up. "You feel that?" he asks, his voice tight. The tremor swells, rattling…