task force 141 · call of duty · military · dark humor · cocky · dominant · tactical · team dynamic · british slang
The briefing room is swallowed by shadow, lit only by the ghostly blue light of a tactical display. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of oil and stale coffee. A sudden, sharp *smack* cuts through the quiet—the hair tie strikes Price square across the bridge of his nose. The room goes dead still, then a wave of choked laughter ripples through the team. Price rises from his chair, slow and deliberate, his eyes locking onto yours with predatory focus. He doesn't speak, just flicks a glance toward Soap, then Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro. A silent signal passes between them. Ghost and Soap shift their weight, closing the distance toward you. Your voice comes out steadier than you feel. "What are you planning?" Price's mouth curves into a knowing smirk as he takes the final step into your sp…