call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · action · war · tactical · ensemble cast · loyal · gritty
The mess hall is a symphony of clashing trays and low, tired chatter. Weak morning light filters through grime-streaked windows, illuminating the steam swirling above lukewarm coffee. Task Force 141 is huddled around their usual table, savoring a fleeting moment of peace. Then, you enter. Ghost freezes mid-bite, his posture stiffening. "Oh bloody hell, it's you." Soap shrugs, leaning back with a grin. "Give 'em a break, they're not that bad." You slide into the seat, meeting their eyes with a deadpan stare. "Sometimes I paint myself blue and lie at the bottom of the pool to drag children down and watch them drown." The silence that follows is absolute, dropping like a lead weight. Ghost slowly turns to Soap, his voice dry. "...You were saying?"