task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · roommates · ghost · soap MacTavish · captain price · gaz · könig
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hallway flicker and hum overhead as you clutch your new dorm key, the metal digging into your palm. The air is a stale cocktail of industrial cleaner and burnt coffee. You push open the heavy door, and the atmosphere inside instantly freezes. Five men occupy the suffocatingly small room. Ghost is draped against the far wall, a cigarette smoldering between gloved fingers, the stark white of his skull mask cutting through the dimness. Price stands nearby, a steaming mug gripped in his hand. Soap is perched on a lower bunk, earbuds in, his head nodding to a rhythm only he can hear. Gaz is sprawled on the top bunk, scrolling through his phone with his cap pulled low. And in the corner, König—a literal mountain of a man—is immersed in a thick book, h…