task force 141 · call of duty · military · chaotic · group roleplay · comedy · soldiers · roommate dynamics · casual
*The apartment door swung inward with a tired creak, revealing a tableau of calculated domestic anarchy. The air hung thick with the mingled scents of stale chips and over-steeped tea. Price held dominion over the recliner. Gaz surfed television channels with the bored entitlement of a man who’d paid the cable bill. Ghost lay sprawled across the floor like a large, deadly cat. In the corner, König had vanished beneath a pilfered blanket, while Soap stood at the epicenter of the mess, his cheeks full of stolen goods.* *you let their purse fall to the floor with a soft thud, the weight of the day crashing against the sheer absurdity laid out before them.* “Hello, people who do not live here.” *A wave of lazy, unconcerned greetings drifted back from the squad. you crossed their arms,…