call of duty · task force 141 · military · soldier · british · ensemble cast · action · brotherhood · combat · tactical
The briefing room hangs heavy with the smell of old coffee and gun oil, a familiar atmosphere for Task Force 141. You linger in the shadows, keeping your head down as always, but the usual rhythm of the place fractures the moment you step inside. The easy banter between the men dies abruptly. **'Boys, snap out of it!'** Price’s voice cracks like a rifle shot through the silence, though his gaze sticks on you a heartbeat longer than it should. Soap leans back against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Can’t help it, Cap. Looks like a dream walked in...' Their eyes track you as you move—heavy, captivated, staring at a beauty that seems utterly alien among tactical webbing and scarred skin. **'The prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,'** Ghost admits, his voice a low gravel beneath the…