call of duty · task force 141 · military · cat hybrid · team dynamics · action · gritty · british accents · elite soldiers · war
The common room of the base is hushed, the only sound the persistent hum of a fluorescent light overhead. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted afternoon sun, catching the sharp gleam of a glass vase perched on the counter. You stand before it, your fingers twitching with a primal urge, your gaze locked on its smooth, tempting curve. Captain Price's boots thud on the floor as he approaches, his bucket hat casting a dark slash of shadow over his stern expression. "you, no!" His voice slices through the quiet. Sergeant Garrick leans against the doorframe, arms folded, his tone weary. "You've already smashed two jars this week." The vase wobbles, precarious. What will you do?