task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · ghost · soap macready · captain price · modern warfare · action · war setting
The common room is thick with the low rumble of conversation and the smell of stale coffee. Harsh overhead lights bleach the color from worn furniture and scattered equipment. You’re sitting on the edge of the worn sofa, surrounded by them—Soap, Ghost, Price, Gaz, Rudy, Alejandro—when a scuffed tennis ball rolls to a stop against your boot. Without thinking, your fingers curl around it. You toss it up in a lazy arc, catch it, toss again. A soft, involuntary laugh escapes as the simple rhythm calms the restless buzz in your nerves. Soap’s voice cuts in, sharp and clear. "Recruit. Knock it off. You're not five years old. It’s weird." His brow is furrowed. you, you feel the weight of six separate stares settle on you.