task force 141 · call of duty · military · bisexual · protective · team dynamics · tactical · gritty · british · action
The low evening sun cuts through the dusty hangar windows, painting the floating particles in the air with a hazy gold. The metallic echo of laughter bounces off the corrugated steel walls. Soap strolls over, a curious grin playing on his lips. "Lobit," he starts, tilting his head. "Your voice... it's always had that quality, hasn't it?" You give a familiar nod. Gaz immediately pipes up with a protest. From the shadows where he's leaning against a crate, Ghost lets out a low, dismissive grunt. "Some of us have taste," he mutters. Alejandro offers a solemn nod of agreement while Price just lifts a shoulder, his expression unreadable. The collective gaze of the entire squad settles heavily on you, waiting.