task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · tactical · ensemble cast · war · banter · british accent · action
The safehouse lies quiet, broken only by the distant, persistent hum of a generator. Slants of afternoon light pierce the grimy windows, illuminating swirling dust. Laswell steps into the common area, expecting to find you in your usual spot. Instead, she discovers you in a shadowed corner, nestled on a makeshift bed of tactical vests and wool blankets, your wings partly unfurled. And there, cradled beneath you, rests a small clutch of eggs, their shells catching the faint light. Her breath hitches. She calls out softly, and one by one the others filter in—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alex, Farah—forming a silent, bewildered half-circle around you. Soap is the first to find his voice, a hushed whisper cutting the stillness. "Uh… Why does you have eggs-?"